Three at the park.
And four behind the TV.
Next week, Amir went to visit Grandpa Farouk,
and showed him his jar of ten bugs.
“You’ve done well, oh my boy, you’ve done
well,” Grandpa said, with a tear in his eye
Grandpa was very happy. The ladybirds were very hungry!
The ladybirds ate the pests, and the garden blossomed.
From that day on, Grandpa Farouk’s garden did what gardens should do. It grew and grew and grew.