Lily A mountain's flower

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time. Her friends smile happily at each drawing. They have seen plenty of her sketches over the years, but now she's showing them to them for the

sorts of art objects. From paintings and sculptures to pencils and pens. Now Lily had learned how to draw and paint, just like

her helping her put on her shoes. Lily runs excitedly to the window and looks outside. Th

kfast!" says her father as he

sip. It tastes wonderful

all kinds of plants, from daisies to brambles and toadstools to cattails. When the afternoon arrives, she goes back inside to eat lunch. Then it's time to practice her drawing skills. She has learned quic

s. She opens the kitchen door and sees her parents prep

plies, smiling. "How

ings this morning," Lily tells her

hey?" asks her

few daffodils. There's also a bunch of ladybugs and butterflies. I

says her mother with a smi

Lily. "What about me? D

A+," she adds, patting Lily lightly on the

turns to say goodbye to her parents one las

k purple she thinks she's really accomplished something. She paints in watercolor, acrylic, charcoal, oil paint,

all stream that flows nearby. There are many animals there. She even found a turtle once! Lily also enjoys being outd

rs to doodle. Now, Lily can paint pictures with colors as bright and vivid as the real things that

n the mountain to the river. Today, though, something catches her eye

waterfall which falls from the rocks above. Lily stops on her tracks. Something is strange. Normally this part of the for

am. She sits down on the rocky shore to watch the birds flying overhead. Soon a few minutes pass without a single bird being seen. Just then a sudden rush of movement makes L

oks behind her and finds another one hovering over her s

ke them off to free herself from their clutches, but to no avail. Suddenly the butterflies