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The Bright Red Button

By: E. A. Budd

 

“Come to my room!” said Pamela Packrat to her best friend, Skyler Skunk. She grabbed Skyler’s hand. “See what I found this morning.”

 

Skyler ran after Pamela but stopped at her bedroom door. She peeked into the room. Pieces of smooth green glass were piled in one corner. Shiny gold paper was stacked in another corner. Silver safety pins dangled from the ceiling on bright purple string. Pretty marbles, sparkly rocks, and balls of orange yarn filled her shelves.

 

“Come on.” Pamela pointed to her windowsill. “Look!”

 

Skyler squeezed between a box of striped paper clips and a bucket of purple seashells. She climbed over a pile of blue wrapping paper. Finally, she saw what Pamela was pointing at.

 

On the windowsill near her bed were four bright red buttons. Each one was shaped like a little dog. Each little dog’s eyes sparkled.

 

“They’re very pretty,” said Skyler. “They’re the best thing in your room!”

 

The rest of the morning, Pamela and Skyler colored and played checkers. When it was time for Skyler to go home, Pamela looked at her windowsill again. Only three buttons were there!

 

She stared at Skyler. “Give it back!” she yelled. “You stole one of my buttons. I know you did. You said they were the best.”

 

“I would never do that,” said Skyler. “Maybe it fell under your bed.” Tears filled her eyes.

 

“I’ll look, but I know you took it,” said Pamela. She scooted under her bed. She pushed yellow shoelaces and a pink ball out of her way. She reached under some shiny keys. There it was. She grabbed the bright red button.

 

She crawled from under the bed. She held the button in her hand. It looked like a little dog. Its eyes sparkled.

 

“I told you I didn’t take your button,” said Skyler. She wiped a tear off her cheek.

 

“I’m sorry, Skyler,” said Pamela. “Next time I lose something, I’ll look first. I won’t think you took it.”

 

Skyler hugged Pamela. “It’s okay. But let’s play at my house tomorrow. There’s more room!"

 

~The End~

 

 

Illustration Copyright © 2009 Steffane McClary

Copyright © 2009 by E.A. Budd