Once upon a time, in a neon-lit jungle where furries roamed freely, there lived a panther who walked with a swish and wore confidence like a cloak. Proud of their spots and shadows, the panther loved the attention of the crowd—and one fateful night, that pride outpaced good sense.
Beneath the glow of distant screens, the panther revealed a very private relic, one meant only for moonlit moments and trusted company. The jungle gasped, then giggled, for no one wished to name such a thing outright. Instead, they gave it a safer, sillier name.
They called it "the glowstick."
From then on, whenever the tale was told, no one spoke of what was actually shown—only that the panther had waved their glowstick for all the jungle to see.
And thus the elders say, with a knowing flick of the tail: Even in the darkest jungle, you can count on Jake to light up the darkness.