mlle ghoul's fairy tales from the shadows

 Slow Shutter Fireflies by Tsuneaki Hiramatsu

Dreamed that as I glanced out my window, I became enthralled by lights dancing across my lawn.  I did not know if they were fireflies or fairies or strings of sentient Christmas lights, but I was determined to figure it out.  My neighbor pulled up in his driveway and approached me with a saucepot he had borrowed two months ago, one which I had written off as gone for good.  I ran after the lights and tried to catch them with the pot, but they were fleet footed and elusive, and soon got away from me.  I gave up the chase, and noticed my neighbor had quite scratched up my pot.  I decided it was not worth mentioning.  My neighbors are jerks.