Firefly Glen maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares

The night air was filled with the soft hum of crickets and the quiet chatter of birds that were still awake long after sundown. The darkness of the glen was broken only by the light of its tiny namesakes that gingerly floated along the ground and perched upon rocks and fallen logs. The beauty and serenity of it all was lost on Redshank who was here only because he had followed a rogue field mouse into the thick woodland.

Though, he had quickly lost it and of course blamed various external factors none of which were his fault. So, hungry and bitter, the boy took to pouncing on the fireflies that roamed the trickling creek. They too evaded his attempts, though, which only furthered his frustration until he finally let out a loud, enraged, "STUPID FUCKIN' BUGS!" and threw himself onto the ground in defeat.