Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for July 11, 2010

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Dill: Lightning bug, lightning bug, what are you thinking? Fly into my open hand, and do some fancy blinking! Glowing little firefly, floating through the night. Come and fill my open hand, with your uncanny light! Your taillight flickers off and on, as you flit about the lawn. Looking for a place to land? Park it in my open hand! None of my firefly calls are working. Maybe if I said PLEASE. Alice: Dill! You have to chase them. It's the rule! Dill: I said the magic word!