

Lily and Ben were playing in the garden with a hose. They liked to spray water on the flowers and the grass. Sometimes they sprayed each other and laughed.
"Look, Lily, a butterfly!" Ben said, pointing to a big yellow and black one. "It is so pretty and rare. I want to catch it."
Ben ran after the butterfly with the hose. He tried to spray it, but he missed. The butterfly flew away. Ben was sad.
"Ben, don't spray the butterfly!" Lily said. "It is not nice. The butterfly will feel pain. You will hurt its wings."
Lily put down the hose and went to Ben. She gave him a hug. "It's okay, Ben. There are more butterflies. We can watch them, but not spray them. They are our friends."
Ben nodded. He felt sorry for the butterfly. He hugged Lily back. "You are right, Lily. I am sorry. I will be nice to the butterflies. They are our friends."
Lily and Ben smiled. They held hands and walked to the flower bed. They saw many butterflies of different colors. They were happy. They watched them and said hello. They did not spray them. They were kind to them.
