The Perseids

Lucy's garden had an extraordinary colony of ladybirds. Under the roses, the peach tree and the petunias. They, the ladybirds, were born, grew up and had parties. If it's true that a pet looks like its master, so do the gardens.
Pretty animals, the ladybirds.
Once, in a far far away land, the adventurer was tempted by a ladybird. It flitted from flower to flower, slowly, with the lazy rhythm of the afternoon. He walked and waltzed following its red flight. The night fall. The ladybird had gone. He wasn't lost, but he didn't know where he was. In a large, flowered prairie. Some trees. The moon. Children of kings crossing the sky.