Jen-Jen was walking around her flower garden. It was a beautiful summer day.
“My garden doesn’t seem to be as pretty as it did last year,” said Jen-Jen out-loud. “I am a little disappointed.”
“You are mistaken,” Jen-Jen heard a voice say.
Jen-Jen looked around. She didn’t see anyone.
“Who was that talking to me?” asked Jen-Jen.
“It’s me,” said a butterfly, flying around Jen-Jen’s face. ‘”I am a magical butterfly. I think your garden is the most beautiful garden I have seen.”
“Are you serious?” asked Jen-Jen. “Last year I had more roses in my garden.”
“You have the same amount of roses,” said the butterfly. “However, you have many more daffodils this year. “The daffodils make a nice contrast against the roses.”
Jen-Jen stood back and took a good look at her garden once again. The butterfly was right. It did look beautiful.
“You are magical,” said Jen-Jen. “You made me see the beauty of the roses and the daffodils together.”
“Thank you,” said the butterfly. “Now, let’s enjoy your beautiful garden.”
“Yes,” said Jen-Jen. “Let’s do that.”
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