After meeting the boy who loved the dark because of fireworks, Plop fluttered back to his nest with his round eyes still wide from the sparkling colours he’d seen. The memory of golden fountains and crackling bursts followed him like tiny stars in his mind. He wondered—what other magical things might be hiding in the dark? The next night, with his feathers trembling less than before, Plop decided to venture out again, ready to discover another secret the night might be keeping just for him.