Airplanes in the Garden

Bonnie smiled as she sniffed the perfume of the sweet peas. Tall grasses whispered and waved to her in the breeze. Of all the things in the family garden, she loved the orange and black monarch butterflies the best.

“What are you watching?” Bonnie’s mom asked, as she walked toward the flowers. “Mom, there are airplanes in the garden!” Bonnie said. “There are what?” her mom replied, surprised, looking up at the sky.