One day Daisy was trying to get some juice out of a bright pink flower. She heard a noise in the shrubbery. It sounded like someone was crying.
She flew down to have a look. She saw a brown baby bear sitting under the shrubbery. He was crying.
“What’s wrong, Baby Bear?” She asks.
Baby Bear tried to stop crying. “I can’t find my Mommy,” he said.
“Oh, no!” Said Daisy. “When was the last time you saw her?”
“I was with her when I went running after a butterfly. I did not catch it and when I looked around, I did not see her.”
“Don’t cry. I’ll help you find her.”
She flew down to have a look. She saw a brown baby bear sitting under the shrubbery. He was crying.
“What’s wrong, Baby Bear?” She asks.
Baby Bear tried to stop crying. “I can’t find my Mommy,” he said.
“Oh, no!” Said Daisy. “When was the last time you saw her?”
“I was with her when I went running after a butterfly. I did not catch it and when I looked around, I did not see her.”
“Don’t cry. I’ll help you find her.”
