Agatha and Margaret

Agatha and Margaret are twin sisters. Their mother says they’re little, but they’re not that little anymore. Both of them can walk and talk already! They love to take long walks with their mother every day and discover new things.

It was a beautiful, sunny day, so their mum took the girls for a walk in a nearby meadow. As soon as they reached the meadow, they started looking around in curiosity.

“Look, Agatha!” Margaret called out. “Over there! That black and yellow buzzing thing. What is it?” She reached for the strange thing with her tiny hand.

“That’s a bee, Margaret,” her mother said. “Be careful, though. Don’t touch it. It could sting your finger. And that hurts.”

“But why? I like the bee,” said Margaret, confused. “It looks so soft and fuzzy!”

“Whoa! Sting, sting, sting goes the bee,” sang Agatha merrily and she stuck a finger into her palm like a bee stinger.

“The bees defend themselves this way,” their mother explained, smiling and gently stroking Margaret’s cheek. “They’re tiny and you’re a giant compared to them. They don’t know that you don’t want to hurt them.”

“I am soo huuuge.” Agatha said, raising both hands above her head to show her mother how big she was. Suddenly, something else caught her attention.

“Mummy! Mummy! Look! That flower over there is flying. And there’s another! It’s so beautiful and colourful!” Agatha exclaimed in amazement, pointing her finger at it.

“That’s not a flower, Agatha. Flowers don’t fly. That’s a butterfly!”

“A butterfly? Can I smell it?” Without waiting for an answer, Agatha leaned over a flower where the butterfly had just landed.

“Oh, it smells lovely!” she said, happily.

“That’s probably the flower it’s sitting on,” laughed her mother.

“Can I…