Spring had finally come in Eastern Ontario and Jen-Jen couldn’t be happier. It had been a long cold winter. Jen-Jen was enjoying the warm sunshine. She was outside tending to her garden.
“Oh look,” said Jen-Jen to herself. “I see some daisies. They are so pretty. However, I don’t remember planting them.”
Jen-Jen sat down on the wooden bench she had built last autumn for her garden and she thought about the daisies. The more she thought about them, the more she knew it wasn’t her that planted them.
If I didn’t plant them,” thought Jen- Jen. “Then how did they get there?”
All of a sudden, Jen-Jen saw a squirrel at the back of the garden. She watched as the squirrel dug some holes and she saw him drop some seeds into the holes and cover the holes back up.
“Well,” said Jen-Jen. “I now know how the daisies were planted. I am not angry about it though. The daisies actually make a nice addition to my garden.”
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