Little Butterfly was a happy butterfly. His days were spent visiting all the beautiful flowers in the garden. Little Butterfly loved flowers. He enjoyed getting a sweet drink of nectar when he visited them. In return for the nectar, Little Butterfly helped the flowers by carrying pollen from one flower to the next.
One day, Little Butterfly felt bored as he flew between the flowers. "I am tired of drinking nectar and carrying pollen all day." He said. "I want to try something new!"
He saw a long line of ants walking along. "What are you doing?" He asked one of the ants.
"We are gathering food and taking it to our nest." Replied the ant. "We must gather enough food to last the whole winter. We are very busy!"
"Can I help?" Asked Little Butterfly.
"Of Course!" Replied the ant.
So Little Butterfly helped the ants carry food to their nest. But when he wanted to take the food into the nest, he couldn't. He tried going in forwards, and he tried going in backwards. But he was too big!
"Oh dear." He sighed. "Maybe gathering food for the winter is not for butterflies." And with that, he said goodbye to the ants and flew away.
While he was flying, he heard a loud chirping sound. "What could that be?" He wondered. He followed the sound and it lead him to a cricket.
"Hello there!" He shouted.
The cricket stopped chirping. "Hello!" He replied.
"What are you doing?" Asked Little Butterfly.
"I am making music." Replied the cricket.
"Can I also make music?" Asked Little Butterfly.
"Of course!" Replied the cricket. "All you have to do is rub your wings together like this." The cricket rubbed his wings together and started chirping again.
Little Butterfly rubbed his wings together, but nothing happened. He tried again and again, but he couldn't make a sound.
"Oh dear." He sighed. Maybe making music is not for butterflies. And with that, he said goodbye to the cricket and flew away.
While he was flying, he saw a little light. As he got closer to the light, he saw that it was a firefly!
"What are you doing?" Asked Little Butterfly.
"I am making light." Replied the firefly.
"Can I make light too?" Asked Little Butterfly.
"Of course!" Replied the firefly. "All you have to do is take a deep breath of air."
Little butterfly took a deep breath, but nothing happened. He tried again and again, but he could not make any light.
"Oh dear!" Sighed Little Butterfly. "Maybe making light is not for butterflies." And with that he said goodbye to the firefly and flew away.
Little butterfly was very sad. "I'm not good at anything." He sighed.
Just then, he heard someone calling: "Hello Little Butterfly!" It was one of his flower friends. "Why do you look so sad?"
Little Butterfly told his flower friend about his day and all the insects he met. "I am not good at anything." Little Butterfly complained. "I can't do the things that the other insects can do."
The flower smiled. "Why don't you have a drink of nectar? Maybe it will make you feel better."
Little Butterfly unrolled his long tongue and drank up a whole lot of nectar. He was very thirsty from trying new things.
"You are very good at drinking nectar.” Said the flower.
Little Butterfly smiled. "Yes, I have a very long tongue that is the best for drinking nectar!"
The flower smiled. "You see? Everyone has something they are good at." The flower explained. "The ant can gather food, the cricket can make music and the firefly can make light. You are good at drinking nectar and carrying pollen between flowers!"
Little Butterfly felt much better!
"Thank you my flower friend!" Said Little Butterfly. "You showed me that I am also good at something!"
Little Butterfly said goodbye to his flower friend and returned to doing what he did best.
