The teacher was instructing them on how to collect plant specimens and observe the lives of small animals.
With his big, curious eyes, Chale Cheney was walking around the garden.
He knelt under a plum blossom tree, picking up the beautiful petals with his little hands.
He put the different flowers and leaves he had collected in his little box to make specimens when he got home.
This garden was vast and full of a variety of plants.
This was Chale's first time in such an activity, and he was making a sincere effort to find different plants in the garden.
The weather was unusually warm that day, with the sun shining softly on his face.
Just as he was standing under a cypress tree, looking up curiously at the trunk—
A young and beautiful woman approached him.
"Are you Chale Cheney? " The woman arrived in front of the little fellow and examined him closely.
Chale blinked his big eyes, in which shone a curious light.
"Yes. " Chale nodded his head.
