onnie 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!”
“There are what?” her mom replied,
surprised, looking up at the sky.