Benny the Bluebird loved bubbles! He blew them big, he blew them small, he blew them round like a bouncy ball.
One sunny day, Benny took his bubbly blower to the park. "Who wants to join the bubble-blowing lark?" he chirped with glee.
Fiona the Firefly fluttered over, her wings sparkling like glitter. "Oh, bubbles! I love how they shimmer!"
Benny dipped his wand, a magical thing, and blew a giant bubble fit for a king!
The bubble floated towards Fiona, who giggled with delight. But then, POP! The bubble burst, giving her a fright.
Fiona flew back, her antennae drooping low. "Oh dear," chirped Benny, "Did I blow too slow?"
Fiona shook her head, her antennae swaying. "It's not the speed, Benny, it's the bubble's way."
When bubbles get too close, they tickle my nose, and sometimes, well, it just explodes!"
Benny tilted his head, confused by her plea. "You mean you like bubbles... far away from thee?"
Fiona nodded, her antennae bouncing with glee. "Exactly! That's the perfect bubble place for me!"
Benny understood! From that day on, he blew bubbles high and low, but always kept them a safe distance, you know.
Fiona and Benny played all afternoon, their laughter echoing through the park, a joyful, bubbly tune!
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