Bartholomew was no ordinary fly. With his spectacles perched jauntily on his tiny nose, he saw the world in vibrant, swirling colours that most flies simply buzzed past. Today, his destination was a magnificent, emerald-green Venus flytrap, its gaping maw a fascinating mystery, not a threat. Around him, semi-circle waves of shimmering, golden stars danced and whirled, leaving trails of cerulean dust in their wake.
"Oh, what a grand adventure this will be!" Bartholomew chirped, his little wings beating a joyful rhythm. He imagined the flytrap, named Vanessa, would be just as curious and kind as he was. He envisioned them sharing stories of the garden, perhaps even admiring the stardust together. With a final, exuberant flutter, Bartholomew, the spectacle-wearing, star-chasing fly, soared closer to his new friend, his smile wide and full of wonder.
