near a pond of clear blue water. Tall reeds grew around it and a lot of
animals lived close by. Frogs and tadpoles, newts, snails, tortoise and
plump toads kept up a cacophony of noise all day and night. Allium never
got any sleep, not with all that noise.
“I think I will
go and live in the rose garden. At least the frogs won't croak and the
tortoise won't snore.” He flapped his dragonfly wings and flew off,
leaving the pond behind him.
A few minutes
later he flew into the rose garden. Pink, yellow, white and crimson
roses bloomed their soft, velvet petals. The air smelled of sweetness.
After flying around for a few minutes and not hearing any frogs, Allium
landed on a pink rose. “This is better. I'll stay here from now on.” He
curled up inside the rose and fell asleep.
“Hey, you! Get
out of that rose!”
his eyes and yawned. He saw a black and yellow bumblebee hovering above
him. “Pardon me? I didn't hear you.”
“I said get out
of that rose. I gather pollen and nectar for my beehive and this rose is
mine. In fact, this whole garden belongs to me. Scram, or I'll sting
you.” The bumblebee turned around and showed Allium his stinger.
Allium flew out
of the pink rose.
“Stay out!” The
bee dove into the rose and sipped the nectar, leaving poor Allium to fly
“Now where shall
I go? I can't go to the rose garden, or the pond. Maybe I'll go to the
flower garden. There are no roses and it still smells nice there.” Off
he flew, landing a few minutes later on top of a carnation. Its pink
petals, curled at the edges, offered a light scent of perfume.
Surrounding him were gladiolas and delphinium, cosmos, sunflowers and
zinnias. “I don't see any bees, or frogs, or tortoise. I'll stay here.”
Allium curled up
inside the pink carnation and fell asleep.
“Hey, you! Get
out of that carnation! I have to gather pollen.”
his eyes. A giant butterfly fluttered above the flower. “I beg your
“Are you deaf?
This is my flower garden. I gather pollen and nectar from all these
flowers. You have to leave. Dragonflies don't belong in flower gardens.
Go back to the pond.” The butterfly's wings, bright yellow, orange and
black, flapped up and down.
away. There was no place left for him to go. “I guess it's back to the
pond for me. I'll just have to learn to sleep while the frogs croak and
the tortoise snores.” The dragonfly landed near the pond. There were no
bees, no butterflies or other creatures he didn't know. “Maybe it is
better for me here. I belong at the pond.” He flew across the water,
darting high and low. “Whee!” From then on he managed to get a little
sleep each night. Sometimes the tortoise didn't snore. Sometimes the
frogs didn't croak. “Home sweet home.”