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Deep in the Whispering Woods, the sun began to dip low. Sparky was a tiny lightning bug with wings that fluttered faster than a hummingbird. While others glowed slowly, Sparky moved like a golden blur.
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The other bugs liked to float calmly like lazy leaves. 'Slow down, Sparky,' they would chirp. Sparky felt a little sad because he just could not keep his wings still.
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