Maybe he was mistaken.
    Moth stared at the silvery vent, feeling a little threatening at its huge, shredder like appearance. It was the only way he knew of inside, but it wasn't exactly. . .moth friendly.
    No! I can do this. Moth zoomed towards the vent, looking inside. Little light poured in, the moon was nearly gone. In a couple days, the moon would be full and he could use the light then, couldn't he? He should just way.
    The same thought pulsed in Moth's head as he decided to go with his plan.
    He managed to get inside, nearly tearing off part of his wing. Once in, he fluttered forward. Using the last of his confidence, he turned, looked back at the moonlight, then refocused himself. Without a last thought, he flew as fast as possible down the vent.