The Broken Button

I waddled right past the front screen door because staying cooped up inside another minute was utterly out of the question. Outside on the lawn, poking out of the thick grass, was a chunky black solar stake with a suspicious rubber button on its collar! Naturally, an unauthorized outdoor button requires strict supervision. I marched right up, puffed out my cheeks, and stomped both feet straight down onto the cap. It gave a loud, solid click—and absolutely nothing happened! No flash, no glow, nothing! The insolence of ignoring me! I kicked the plastic post twice to demand my light, crossing my little arms in complete disgust.