"Who said that?"

"I did." The voice was near his hand.

"Who are you? What are you?"

"I'm a candle."

Jim lifted up the candle to take a closer look. There was a tiny face in the wax.

"Don't take me out of here!"

"What?" Jim said.

"Don't take me out of this room."

"What do you mean? I have to take you out. You're a candle. Your job is to give light. It's dark out there."

"But you can't take me out. I'm not ready," the candle explained with pleading eyes. "I need more preparation."

Jim couldn't believe his ears. "More preparation?"

"Yeah, I've decided I need to research this job of light-giving so I won't go out and make a bunch of mistakes. You'd be surprised how distorted the glow of an untrained candle can be."

"Alright then," Jim said. "You're not the only candle on the shelf. I'll blow you out and take the others!"

But right then he heard other voices, "We aren't going either!"

Jim turned to the other candles, "You are candles and your job is to light dark places!"

"Well that may be what you think," said the first one. "You may think we have to go, but I'm busy...I'm meditating on the importance of light. It's really enlightening."

"And you other two," Jim asked, "Are you going to stay too?"

A short, fat purple candle with plump cheeks spoke up. "I'm waiting to get my life together. I'm not stable enough."

The last candle had a female voice, very pleasant to the ear, "I'd like to help," she explained, "But lighting the darkness is not my gift - I'm a singer. I sing to other candles to encourage them to burn more brightly."

She began a rendition of "This Little Light of Mine". The other three joined in, filling the closet with singing.

Jim took a step back and considered the absurdity of it all. Four perfectly healthy candles singing to each other about light but refusing to come out of the cupboard.