In a hidden valley, nestled amongst whispering pines, lived a lonely firefly named Flick. Unlike his kin who sparkled bright at night, Flick's light sputtered and dimmed. He dreamt of illuminating the forest with his friends, but his weak glow only made him feel smaller.

One day, a grumpy old badger named Bristle found Flick moping. Bristle, known for his gruff exterior, listened patiently. "True light," he rumbled, "comes not from how bright you shine, but from the warmth in your heart."

Confused, Flick fluttered his wings. That night, he noticed a cluster of wilting wildflowers. He focused his small glow on them, feeling a strange warmth spread within. As he did, the flowers perked up, their petals shimmering in the moonlight.