Fenna’s Button Moon — Between the corn rows, Fenna kept one small white button tucked under her straw collar. Read the full story →
Between the corn rows, Fenna kept one small white button tucked under her straw collar. All afternoon, she stood with arms wide while the leaves went hush-hush and the pumpkins warmed in the low sun. She was waiting for the button to shine, the way it had shone in her maker’s hand.
A crow landed on the fence with a soft clack of claws. “Not yet,” Fenna whispered, though no one had asked. The sky turned peach, then plum. At last the button caught the first moonbeam and flashed on Fenna’s chest.
The crow bowed and tapped the fence twice. From the corn came tiny cricket fiddlers, following the button like a lantern. Their music stitched the quiet field together. Next time you see Fenna’s round smile, can you find the little button moon she waited for?
