Prairie Junction · Mabel and Friends series — Compassion
On Grandma Armadillo's porch, the lemonade was cold, the evening was warm, and Lulu the lightning bug was glowing.
Her glow was warm gold. When Lulu was happy, it glowed in a heart.
It hadn't always. Once, Lulu's glow was gray, and she hid under the leaves.
She knew exactly how a strange glow felt.
Tonight was the First Glow Festival, in the meadow by the Meeting Tree!
Grandma Armadillo hung the banner from her porch stool. Dottie carried up the big jars of lemonade — one in each hand. Carefully.
Mr. Abernathy strung the lights — zip, zap, twinkle — branch to branch, up on his ladder.
“Ready to glow?” called Lulu.
Everybody cheered.
And then… somebody new drifted in.
The new lightning bug hovered by the gate.
“I'm Nova,” she said, very quietly. “We just moved here.”
Then Nova glowed.
Not gold. Not green.
Silver-blue. Cool and bright, with sparkles — like moonlight on the creek.
Nobody in Prairie Junction had ever seen a glow like that.
The other young bugs fluttered back.
Flutter, flutter, whisper-whisper.
“Why is it blue?”
“Why does it sparkle?”
Nova's glow went smaller. And smaller.
She drifted to the edge of the meadow, all by herself, where the string lights didn't reach.
Lulu watched her go.
And Lulu remembered the leaves.
Lulu flew over. First. Before anyone else.
“Hi,” she said. “Mine used to be gray.”
Nova blinked. “Really?”
“Really. Gray as a rainy Tuesday.”
Nova's glow popped back on — just a twinkle.
“Glow your glow!” said Lulu. “That's the one you've got.”
And from the dark edge of the meadow, the twinkle grew.
Lulu did not whisper. She looked — really looked — the way she wished somebody had looked at her gray glow, once.
Then she flew up where the whole meadow could hear, and she announced it like the best news:
“It's a moonlight color, everybody! Silver-blue! First one ever in Prairie Junction!”
The whispering stopped.
The little bugs drifted closer.
Nova glowed a little brighter.
Then it was time to rehearse the finale, and Lulu had to go.
Nova's glow wobbled. “It's okay,” she said. “Really.”
Mabel the field mouse didn't say anything at all.
She just sat down beside her at the edge of the meadow, and shared her clover, and stayed.
Two friends. One patch of clover. No hurry at all.
Some sitting is the whole job.
“I've got it!” cried Lulu, zooming back. “The finale!”
“Every light. All together. Up in the sky — one big picture!”
“What picture?” asked Nova.
Lulu pointed her glow at the water tower.
At the sunflower.
“THAT picture.”
Nova lit up like the moon coming out.
“Glow your glow!” she whispered.
Rehearsal did not go smoothly.
The lantern pole wobbled. Wobble, wobble — TIMBER!
Mr. Abernathy fixed it — wrench, spoon, and one very determined knot.
The glows rose too fast. They rose too slow.
Gold here. Silver-blue… where?
“We need a beat!” said Lulu.
And Lulu knew just the beat there was.
Lulu rose above the meadow, and her heart-glow began to pulse.
Flash… flash… flash… — a beat you could glow to!
Gold on the flash. Green on the flash. Silver-blue… on the flash!
Up, up, up went every light, right on time.
But wait.
A picture needs everybody.
And there was no room left in the circle for Nova.
Lulu looked at the circle.
Lulu looked at Nova.
Then she moved over — and glowed a little brighter, so the whole circle shuffled closer, wing to wing.
A space opened. A Nova-sized space. Right in the circle.
“There's always room,” said Lulu. “Sometimes room just needs making.”
Nova slipped in.
“Glow your glow!” everybody shouted.
And the sky got ready.
Flash. Flash. Flash.
Up flew the gold. Up flew the green. Up flew the moonlight blue.
Light by light by light, the sky filled in —
Petals! A stem! A great big, glowing—
“SUNFLOWER!” shouted the whole meadow.
Just like the water tower. Only made of everybody.
Later, on Grandma's porch, there was lemonade for Nova, and a spot saved beside Lulu.
“Glow your glow,” said Nova — and oh, she did.
Find the heart-glow ember! The very same tiny heart-glow ember is hiding in every picture in this book. Can you find all twelve?
For grown-ups: Lulu's story is about compassion — noticing who's at the edge, and flying over first.