"What a beautiful morning! I wonder how I can help this lovely garden today," Flutter mused, drifting above the leaves and searching for a friend to ask.

"Good day, Mr.Worm. What do you do to help our garden?" Flutter asked, fluttering gently over the earth. "Ah, dear Flutter," replied Mr.Worm, tipping his hat with a wriggle. "I dig tunnels in the ground, letting air and water reach the roots, and break up the soil to fill it with nutrients. But tunneling is not for everyone, I’m afraid.""Could I dig tunnels to help, too?" Flutter asked hopefully. "No, no, young one," Mr.Worm replied kindly. "Your beautiful wings would be damaged underground. You have your own special way to help, even if you don’t see it yet."

"I wish I could help more," she sighed. "All I do is flutter around. Maybe my wings just get in the way.""Don’t worry, young one. You are a valuable member of this garden. One day you will learn that," echoed Mr.Worm's gentle voice in her mind.

"But I don’t know what my way is," Flutter admitted, her voice trembling with worry. "Oh butterfly, you’ve already been doing it—and quite beautifully, might I add," Miss Lady explained gently. "By fluttering from plant to plant, you help pollinate the flowers and spread growth throughout the garden."

"I am part of this garden, and I help it grow in my own special way!" Flutter exclaimed, soaring in joyful loops. And so, the garden flourished, each friend playing their unique part, and Flutter knew she was a great help after all.