Summer was in the air. Birds
flew across the sky, kittens ran about on the grass playing with
each other and flowers bloomed. Two flies, Bernard and Thomas,
decided instead of going to the garbage dump like they always did,
they'd play a game of hide and seek. "Where are we going to play
about?" Thomas looked around. "Are we going to go to the zoo and
hide in the animal's cages, or find someone having a picnic and hide
on their hot dogs? That's always a lot of fun."
Bernard shook his head. "Not
today. We're going to do something different. We're going to the
flower garden and play there."
"What? Flies don't like flower
gardens. Flies like stinky garbage and animal dung." Thomas flew
around in a rage.
"Come on, Thomas. We always go
to those places. I heard the flower garden was a cool place to go.
They've got skunk cabbages and milkweed and all sorts of weeds."
Bernard tried to calm his friend down.
"Well, in that case, let's
go." Thomas followed Bernard across the park.
Hundreds of rose bushes in
bloom filled the air with a sweet fragrance.
"That doesn't smell like
rotten skunk cabbages to me," Thomas said. "All I can smell are
pretty little flowers."
"I rather enjoy it." Thomas
headed for a pink rose. "Look how lovely. There are carnations and
roses and bluebells and even hyacinth."
"Where's the skunk cabbage?
Where's the milkweed and the stinky flowers?" Thomas plugged his
Bernard ignored him and ran
off to hide. "Come and find me. When you find me, we'll leave."
Thomas searched over by the
camelias. "This is disgusting, all this red and pink." He couldn't
find Bernard, so he flew over to the nasturtiums. "These flowers
aren't too bad," Thomas said as he moved the petals and leaves and
searched for his friend. He flew to the geraniums, the gladiolas and
the heather, but no matter where he looked, he couldn't find the
other fly. "I give up. I can't stand this. I'm leaving." Thomas flew
away, not caring if he found his friend. "I'm headed for the dump."
Bernard lay on his back in the
center of a yellow rose. "This is great. I don't care if he leaves.
In fact, I'm glad he's gone. I love flowers." So, Bernard stayed in
the flower garden all day while Thomas buzzed around the garbage
dump, each happy with the way things were.