Creatures of the Night Sky

          Glowsapien was the name of them. The creatures were a mutation of fireflies and humans. They had a magnificent glow and the capability to fly worldwide in a single night. The magical creatures would fly from city to city, ranch to ranch with one goal. To dance. Dancing with many stars and many moons. They had become everyone’s favorite creatures of the night. Everyone’s favorite except for one. 

Dr. Nifty was the one with the brilliant idea to create such a thing. He was a disgruntled gentleman who thought he had seen it all when he decided to concoct this gene mutation. He wanted to force a creature to dance whenever music was played. In his mind, he thought people would enjoy seeing a mutation that was imprisoned. Similar to watching events in the Colosseum way back in the day, he expected the performances to be feared by the performers. The Glowsapiens would feel disgraced by such an embarrassing requirement to dance, he thought.  

However, the Glowsapiens had become the new survivors and thrivers. They could come and go as they pleased. Grow coats instantly, no problem. Shed a layer today, sure thing. Masters of the arts, of course. Lucy, the original Glowsapien, would put on a night show with her friends that outblazed the New York City Fourth of July display. Lucy could draw a glow that lasted a mile in the sky. Hanging for all to see until the spider web chord was cut. It could only be cut by her, not because other Glowsapiens could not, but because they would not. Glowsapiens loved each other’s glowwork display and would never turn the lights off on each other. 

Lucy would drift through the atmospheric winds and make beautiful figures and nature displays. She would glide through the sky in synchronization with others above the Sydney Harbor making astounding reflections. Glowsapiens were not forced to dance, they lived to dance. 

For some time, the Glowsapiens thrived, as did the humans. The world was becoming a more and more dangerous place until the Glowsapiens came along. Humans started to become more cheerful as a result of the dancing going on in the wind. Humans were once again dancing with partners. Dancing with new friends. Dancing with mothers. 

Dr. Nifty got angrier with the happiness in the world. Nothing he could do, not one thing he could concoct, would get these fairies down. But with enough Petri dishes, he inevitably would find a way to reverse his original creation. He discovered a potion that would knock their lights out. He was calling it the anti-glow potion. To get this to work, he strategized to get the liquid into a major fuel carrier tank. Only a small dose would be needed. So small, no material data sample would even notice the unusual new substance amongst the tens of thousands of gallons of petroleum. Once burned in a vehicle, the new substance would pollute the air with fumes of anti-glow. Dr. Nifty cackled as he planned his delightful delivery. His planning was going well, and he labeled it the New Year’s Surprise.

As Christmas time came, Dr. Nifty began concocting a batch of his anti-glow for the planned New Year’s attack. He thought he had kept his secret well hidden from others, which was mostly true. He had kept his secret from all but one. One who sees you when you’re sleeping. One who knows when you’re awake. One who knows when you’ve been bad or good. One who knows when you’ve been bad indeed.

Mr. Clause was normally busy on this particular day, but he knew this couldn’t wait. As Dr. Nifty exited the scientific laboratory one evening, there was a sweep in with much to do. Mr. Clause was led in by a group of reindeer into what must have seemed like the most spectacular display of scientific discovery ever witnessed. Rudolph, upon seeing the box Dr. Nifty was holding, seemed to think something was off. Rudolph couldn’t quite put his nose on it, but there was something about that box.

His friend Dancer also was perplexed by the box. He knew the box was important, so he bounced it out of Dr. Nifty’s hands before flying out of control. The soaring box flew through the air like a magnificent Christmas delivery, while all the reindeer and Mr. Clause performed a smash collision into Dr. Nifty.  

Out of nowhere, music began as Lucy and clan darted towards the flying box. Lucy arrived first grabbing it just before it fell to the ground. She had a sigh of relief before she nervously presented it to Mr. Clause. Mr. Clause knew Lucy from her flights behind their sleigh. It was spectacular in a normal year, but this year was different. Mr. Nifty was trying to take it all away.

Mr. Clause didn't mean to, but Mr. Nifty lay knocked out after the crash. He had taken the brunt of the collision given Dancer had antlered him up. Mr. Clause was in a bit of disbelief and was trying to collect his thoughts on what to do with the box. What to do with Mr. Nifty. Should he haul him off on his sleigh to a far-off place? The elves wouldn't like it. To Mr. Clause, it seemed Mr. Nifty was the anti-glow, so it was interesting he had created an anti-glow potion. Perhaps the anti-glow could be used on Mr. Nifty. Mr. Clause had no way of anticipating the fallout that had just happened, but he looked at this as a scientific blessing. If he could get Mr. Nifty to drink the anti-glow potion as an anti-glow person himself, perhaps the two negatives would create a positive. 

Mr. Clause carefully opened the box. There was only one jar, so Mr. Clause knew he had to get rid of the entire jar to prevent anti-glow from spreading. Mr. Clause twisted off the lid of the glass jar. He opened the mouth of the knocked-out Mr. Nifty and poured the concoction slowly into his lips. First just a few drops. Then as Mr. Nifty began to come alive, he reached for the jar and drank the whole concoction. Mr. Clause was shocked but delighted by the gift acceptance. 

The music began to play again, and the Glowsapiens began their dance. Interestingly, Mr. Nifty also got up and started dancing. Wings began to form and he began to fly like the Glowsapiens. From that day forward, he forgot his negativity. Was it a scientific discovery or a magical recovery?