Firefly Ravine Learning the ABC's

The butterfly came closer and closer to the flower, and little Chusi hid in the not-so-tall grass, finding it a "good" hiding spot. She crawled closer, her little dark butt in the air as she jumped, mouth open to catch the fluttering thing. She fell flat on her snout, the little flower crushed beneath her puppyfat. She flapped her head around, dizzy from the amazing landing. She slowly got up, watching the sky to see no butterfly anymore. She did see something else in the distance though- a dark figure that was not her mum. A big grin painted itself on her young face, and she barked happily.

Dlak, dlak, dlak! She screeched as she ran as fast as she could- which wasn't really fast- toward him. It was a new "word" she had learned. Little did she know it was sort of accurated- the thing trying to be said being dark-. She plopped her butt on the ground, eager to hear the other praise her for her speech. Did he speak like mum? Would she be able to learn?