Yulia PuchkovaChapter 7
CATCHING BUTTERFLIES
It was summer now. The children were happy.
There was a big field near their town. They went to the field to catch butterflies.
"Wow! Look! What a beautiful butterfly!" cried
Noisy. "I think, I can catch it!" Noisy ran after the butterfly. She ran and shouted, "Oh, how fast it is flying! What beautiful spots it has got!"
"Noisy, be quiet!" said Clever. "Don't shout all the time! The butterfly can hear you."
"Nonsense," said Noisy. "First, I can't be quiet because I'm noisy. Second, the butterfly can hear me but it can't understand that I want to catch it!"
"Why?" asked the children.
"Because it doesn't speak English!"
"No, it doesn't speak English but it can understand English!" said Clever. "It is an English butterfly. My dog is English, too. She doesn't speak English but she understands it very well."
"Oh, really?" asked Noisy. "Then I must learn
French or Spanish! I hope our butterflies can't understand these languages!"