Night Watch Lantern

Secret base duty called for a night signal! Sitting outside our book tent, I spied an empty glass jam jar sitting on the lower shelf of the side table. Stretching my long arms down... reach, reach! My yellow fingers gripped the cold glass rim and hauled it over to the rug. Inside my pouch, my little treasures clinked against sock buddy. I dropped in the brass paperclip, the green button, and the red glass marble, then tilted the jar so the streetlamp shine outside the window bounced straight off the glass facets. Spark, twinkle! A real glowing beacon for our hideout.