They immediately put down what they were holding. One grabbed a small net while the other held a glass jar, and they rushed toward the flowers.
The Rose Fields were simply teeming with butterflies. The geography of the Southwest was particularly suited for them, so there were butterflies of every color and variety.
"Ivy, I want that one! The blue one!" Milly shouted, pointing at a palm-sized blue butterfly resting on a rose.
"Shhh," Ivy Holden whispered, pressing a finger to her lips. "Don't shout, sweetie. You'll scare the butterfly away."
"Oh!" Milly nodded vigorously, then repeated, "Quick, Ivy, go catch that big blue butterfly."
"You just wait," Ivy Holden said, raising the net as she tiptoed toward the butterfly.
She was confident she could catch it, but her swing met only empty air.
'Seriously?' Ivy thought. 'With my reflexes, I can't even catch a single butterfly? Is this a joke?'
"Aww... it flew away," Milly sighed, her voice full of disappointment.
