Fire Fly Air Force-Chapter 12

Chapter 12

The wait for Morty did Nancy good. She had time to rest, eat, and replenish her energy. She was ready to fly again to see her son Luke. Morty picked her up and let her perch on the dashboard. They scooted to the Gardener’s to find Luke. When they arrived, the garden was nearly empty. Most of the fireflies and insects were gone. The Fire Fly Air Force and the insects fled to get away from the spray.

“Oh my,” Nancy exclaimed, “now what do we do? How will I find my son?”

“Please don’t worry Nancy, we will find Luke.”

“The summer is nearly over, and we don’t have many days left before we prepare for the cold,” she said. Suddenly all of her energy drained again. She began to cry.

Morty reached for his Sentra Vision belt.

“Let me speak to Michael,” he said.

“Hi Morty,” answered Michael, “what can I do for you?”

Michael and Morty spoke to each other for a long time. Nancy waited patiently, sobbing. She overheard Morty tell Michael.

“Please find him for me.”  Morty hung up.

To Be Continued . . .

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Fire Fly Air Force-Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Early the next night it was dark. The moon was not over the horizon yet. It was hot, and the crickets sang loudly. Fireflies danced, and flew from shrub to shrub, from grass to tree. Their lights blinked magically.

Morty arrived at the lilac bush. He began sending vibrations to Stretch.

“Come out Stretch, its Morty Angel.”

“I can’t believe it,” Stretch wiggled back in excitement. He inched his way out of the soil as quickly as he could. When his head finally popped out of the ground, he spit out a mouthful of dirt.

“Torch will never believe this.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s been flying from one yard to the next. Every night he sends signals hoping to find you.”

Morty began blinking his halo. At the same time, he put his hand on the ground near Stretch.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m sending the fireflies a signal with my halo while I’m sending the same signal through the ground to every earthworm in the county,” said Morty. “I’m thanking Torch for calling me. Now, what is this message?”

Morty listened closely while Stretch told him the story.

“God told me you are to deliver this special message,” said Stretch.

“Please promise to give it to Ben as quickly as you can.

“It’ll be easy,” said Morty, “I see Ben every day. He is my special child.”

Morty thanked Stretch for giving him the message, and for working so hard to find him.

“Now, if I can only find Torch to thank him personally,” said Morty. “I have to go now, please tell Torch how sad I was to miss him.”

“I will, but first, I’m going to take a long nap.”

Morty took off to find Nancy. Along the way, he wondered why God chose to send the message through Stretch. Usually, He just tells Michael the Archangel to reach him by Sentra Vision.

To Be Continued . . .

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Fire Fly Air Force-Chapter 10

Chapter 10

          As Morty scooted to find Torch, and while Nancy waited, it began to rain. The rain grounded the air force. It poured down in buckets, and lightening replaced firefly taillights in the sky.

      The gardener could not use the “spray” to kill insects when it rained. The fresh moisture combined with the heat forced new leaves to grow on the damaged plants. Almost overnight, the garden started to look good again. The Gardener would not have to spray after all.

          The next day it stopped raining. After the sun came out, it became very hot and humid. Gardens love the sun, the moisture, and the heat. So did the Fire Fly Air Force. It was easier to fly and their taillights worked very well in the humidity.

          Jaime and his squad were leading the show on this night. The air force moved from the yard in which they lived. They moved to get away from the possibility of the spray. Luke did not get the news that the Gardener changed his plan to spray. Luke would not take a chance anyway. His mother would never forgive him if she found out that he was the reason for the spray. The Firefly Air Force moved to a new yard. They left everything behind. Bonnie followed Luke.

          The squadron took off at dusk, their taillights blinking brightly. The insects in this yard were not familiar with the air force, and not many watched as Jaimie and his squadron did their routine flawlessly. They were having lots of fun chasing each other, and practicing their formations, and tricks for the upcoming games. They were too busy to notice that a couple of kids came out of the house onto the patio.

          Jaime was flying a slow inverted loop with his taillight on full. He enjoyed the aerobatics. When he flew with the squad, he concentrated totally on the routine. He did not allow any distractions. He was in a zone this evening; the formations came easy to the team. Suddenly, everything went black.

     “I got one,” he heard someone say. He felt himself thrust forward faster than he could fly; Jaime blacked out.

          When Jaime finally awoke, dozens of fireflies were all around him. All of them were blinking their taillights and crying.

     “Let us out, let us go home, I need air,” he heard them scream.

He pulled himself together and took off. Wham! He hit something hard, and fell over backwards. Jaime lay there, on his back, stunned and confused. What Jaime did not know is that someone captured him, and placed him into a glass bottle prison.

To Be Continued . . .

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Fire Fly Air Force-Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Three days passed since Nancy left the forsythia bush. Celia told her it would be a long hard journey. Nancy did not believe her. Now, she began to tire. She was still two days away from Luke. Her light was losing its glow. Her wings flapped slower than they did in her youth. I have to see Luke before the summer ends, she told herself. I will rest and eat. I must be ready to travel tomorrow.

She landed next to a pond on the leave of a Lady’s Mantle. Beautiful dewdrops adorned the leaves. Nancy took a long refreshing sip of dewdrop. That is good, she thought, and then she fell asleep. (1-Nancy Flies Up)

It was dark, humid, and warm when Nancy awoke from her nap. She drank some more nectar from the dewdrop and felt much better. Maybe I can fly a little bit further tonight. I have to see Luke soon. I miss him so much. She rested a little longer between the dewdrops. She saw the reflection of the night sky above. A star twinkled in the sparkling globes of dew. Her mind shifted to the message that Torch asked her to spread as she traveled, “Find Morty Angel.”

A yellow flashing light twinkled in the dewdrop next to her. It broke her concentration on the message. What is that? It looks like a firefly tail light, but it is not, I cannot tell for sure.

Automatically, Nancy took off and flew straight toward the light. I have to get closer. She flew right up to the light, but did not see a lightening bug. It is a ring of light. The light was larger than any she had ever seen before. Nancy flashed her tail light in response. Nothing happened, so she began blinking in synch with the mystery light.

Morty looked up at his curl and spotted Nancy’s flashing light. He made himself visible. That frightened her, and she automatically dived into the grass below.

Her spiraling dive caught Morty’s attention. He hovered above Nancy. She remained quiet. Her tiny heart pounded with fright. Her tail light went dark.

Morty circled slowly then landed nearby. He walked to where he last saw Nancy and blinked his halo to attract her attention. Morty knew how to talk to fireflies with his blinking light.

“I am your friend, I am sorry I frightened you.” He knew he frightened Nancy when he made himself visible. He saw her reaction, and her spiraling dive into the grass. The dive was the fanciest maneuver he had ever seen. (2-MA-Talks to Nan)

Nancy read the message in his blinks, and calmed down. Morty crawled on his hands and knees across the grass. He continued to flash his message. Nancy finally built enough courage to respond with a weak blink.

“I accept your apology,” she blinked

“I’m Morty Angel.”

“WHO?”

“I’m Morty Angel.”

“Thank God. We’ve been looking for you all summer.”

“Me? How is it that you know who I am?”

Morty gently picked her up, and placed her into the palm of his hand.

“I can’t believe that I found Morty Angel. Can we speak without the lights?” she asked, “I’m getting tired.”

“Of course.”

God gave Morty the ability to talk with all creatures. Therefore, speaking to Nancy either by voice or by halo was easy for him.

Nancy told Morty everything she heard from her the ladybug. She explained how Torch was sending a message from the high bushes in every yard he visited.

“I know,” he said, “I saw his signal, but didn’t think it was for me. It finally dawned on me today.”

“You saw Torch’s signal?”

“Yes, and I was looking for him, when we crossed paths.”

“I can tell you exactly where he is, and then I have to find my son Luke.”

Morty asked Nancy about Luke and she told him all about the Firefly Air Force. She was proud of her son’s accomplishment.

“Wait for me, and I’ll help you find Luke, but first I have to find Torch

“I’ll wait Morty, it’ will give me a chance to recover some energy.” Morty got on Skye and followed Nancy’s directions to find Torch.

To Be Continued . . .

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Fire Fly Air Force-Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Summer is passing quickly, thought Morty. Here it is the end of July and Ben still  has not finished his project. What can I do to get him moving, he asked himself?

Each day, Morty watched over Ben like a hawk. He had not taken a day off in weeks. Maybe I should take a break and visit some friends, he thought.

The Sentra Vision belt around Morty’s waist vibrated and tickled his tummy.

      “Hello.”

      “Hi Morty,” answered Gracie. She just returned from a visit to heaven.

      “How was your trip? I missed you.”

      “It was absolutely heavenly as usual. I visited all of our friends at the Angel Academy, and talked to Archangel Michael too.”

      “Did Michael have any messages for me?”

      “No, but he did say that he will give you a mission soon. He asked me to find out how Ben’s science project is coming along.”

      “How does he know about the project?

      “I didn’t ask him, and he didn’t tell me, I just thought it was something the two of you cooked up together.”

       The halo above Morty’s curl lit up. A vision appeared in his head. All summer something he saw was bothering him, but he could not figure it out. Now the picture was clear. He had to act.

      “Will you do me a favor?” he asked.

      “Of course, what is it?”

      “Watch Ben tonight while I take a break?”

      “Yes,” she said, “I still have some days before my next assignment.”

      “Good, please come to Ben’s house this evening.”

      “I’m on my way,” she answered and hung up.

      Gracie arrived as the sun was setting. She found Morty on Skye Scooter ready to go. He gave Gracie a few instructions, pushed a button on Skye, and then disappeared.

          The sunset this evening was beautiful. Only a few scattered white clouds hung over to reflect the light. The sun was a big red ball just above the horizon. A glow of bright pink and lavender colors spread across the sky, reflecting off the clouds. Some clouds were luminescent with orange on one side and shades of grey on the other.

      “I hope it is not too late,” he thought to himself. Morty cruised from yard to yard. As he flew, he kept his halo blinking. He was invisible except for his halo. All of the neighbors mistook his blinking halo for the light of a firefly. I cannot believe it took me this long to figure it out, he thought to himself.

To Be Continued . . .

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