Introduction:
Can you picture how pretty the glow of firefly butts would be in the winter with all the shiny snow?

Chapter 1:
A while back, Cabol notices little flickers of light out in the trees. At first she thinks it is fireflies, but it is too cold for fireflies. After a while of contemplation, she shrugs her shoulders and writes it off as the neighbors tromping about with a flashlight or telling ghost stories by a camp fire. She goes to eat pizza.

Chapter 2:
A few days ago, Andy has the pleasure of spending a lot of real quality time shoveling snow down by the barn near the trees where Cabol had seen the faux fireflies. He hears a creepy zzzzzzzzzzzzzzping sound from the power lines that follow a line of large pines down one side of our property. He makes Cabol go listen to the creepy sound. Cabol and Andy both say, “Hm. That’s probably not good.” They go eat pizza.

Chapter 3:
Last night, the three of us run errands and don’t return until after dark. Cabol carries the flashlight and trudges along the driveway out front, her eyes fixed on the ground lest she end up in a giant snow pit. Apparently Andy has cat eyes and feet because as he follows he does some sightseeing. Peering up into the trees down there by the barn, he sees them. The fireflies. The cats go eat pizza.

Chapter 4:
Andy calls the power company, who is eating pizza.

Chapter 5:
Around 9pm, as Cabol sits on the couch in her flannel frog nightie catching up on work and Anya sleeps and Andy does whatever he does in his officey area…something goes thump thump thump.

Andy calls out, “Did you make a noise?”
Cabol says, “Huh?”

Thump thump thump.

Andy, “Did you make that noise?”
Cabol, “I like pizza!”

Andy answers the door. Because there is someone at the door. The door at the end of the quarter-mile-long driveway covered in mountains of ice and snow pits filled with giant roaming sheep. At night. Who could it be?

TO BE CONTINUED
Will our fearless heroes be robbed by marauding bandits? Will they be converted into Baptists? Will they buy a hundred boxes of Girl Scout cookies out of pity for the crazy little kid who knocked on the door? Or, will they get delivery pizza for the first time in four years?