A contribution by Britta20
A thunderstorm and bedtime are both approaching, but for now, you're in your office typing away, working through the stack of end-of-the-year reports you have to write. Through your open office window, you can hear the three dozen children laughing and playing. Undoubtedly one of them will barrel into your office with a jar of fireflies, or a frog from the nearby water, and beg to allowed to bring it to their bunk bed. You smile and turn another page.