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 nose.

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.