

Boy and his monkey JoJo walked through a sunny field of colorful flowers. JoJo hopped excitedly from one flower to another, his small brown tail swishing with joy. "Look, Boy! This yellow one smells so sweet," JoJo said, pointing to a bright daisy. Boy knelt down beside his friend and took a gentle sniff of the pretty flower.

"Can we take it home?" JoJo asked, reaching for the flower's stem. Boy gently stopped his monkey friend with a soft touch. "If we pick it, it won't live long," Boy explained kindly. "We can visit it every day and watch it grow." JoJo looked sad but nodded, understanding his friend's wisdom.

A few days later, they returned to find their special flower brown and drooping. "Our flower died anyway!" cried JoJo, tears welling in his big eyes. "We should have picked it when it was pretty!" Boy hugged his upset friend close. "This isn't the end, JoJo," he whispered, pointing to tiny seeds falling from the flower.

When spring returned, Boy and JoJo raced to their special spot in the field. "Boy, look!" JoJo gasped, pointing at a patch of yellow flowers growing where their single flower had been. JoJo danced around the new blooms, his face bright with understanding. "Now I see," JoJo said, "nature knows what it's doing all along."