In a small garden in Denmark, there was a very special iris. This flower looked like a gracefully dancing butterfly. Its petals were a riot of colors, with blue, purple, and pink interwoven together, as beautiful as the wings of a butterfly. The other flowers in the garden all envied the uniqueness of the iris.
Every early morning, moistened by dew, the iris unfurled its petals and gave off a faint fragrance. The little bees were always the first to be attracted by this fragrance. They buzzed around the iris, wanting to gather the sweetest nectar. However, the nectar of the iris was hidden deep, and the little bees had to exert a great deal of effort to find it.
One day, a mischievous little butterfly flew over. When it saw the iris, it said in surprise, "You look so much like me. Do we have some special relationship?" The iris replied with a smile, "Maybe we are good friends. Look, our colors are both so beautiful." The little butterfly was happy to hear this and flew around the iris, sometimes landing on the petals and sometimes flying into the air to show off its dancing posture.
Seeing the little butterfly and the iris having such a great time, the other little insects also gathered around. They held a small party under the iris. The little ants brought food, and the little beetles played their unique music. Everyone was immersed in a happy atmosphere.
But the good times didn't last long. A storm was approaching. Dark clouds gathered, and the strong wind began to howl. The little insects were extremely frightened and scurried to find places to hide. The iris was also worried. It was afraid that it would be destroyed by the storm. The little butterfly comforted it, saying, "Don't be afraid. Let's face it together."
When the storm really arrived, raindrops pounded heavily on the iris and the little insects. The iris tried hard to straighten its stem and used its petals to protect the little insects. The little butterfly also clung tightly under the petals of the iris to resist the wind and rain together with it.
Finally, the storm passed. The sun shone on the garden again. Although the iris looked a bit bedraggled, it still stood firmly. The little insects crawled out from under the protection of the iris. They were all very grateful to the iris. The little butterfly said to the iris, "You are the bravest flower I've ever seen. We will always be good friends."
Since then, the relationship between the iris and the little insects has become even closer. They spent one wonderful day after another together, and because of its bravery and kindness, the iris has become the most respected flower in the garden.
