Little Brass Compass

Waddle, pitter-pat! I trotted past the rug and spotted a pocket brass compass lying open beside a wooden pencil box! Hehe, squeee! Under the shiny round glass, a tiny needle with a bright red tip was quivering all by itself. I leaned my round tummy straight against the cool metal rim and gave the casing a gentle paw-tap—clink! The little needle spun around and around in a dizzy dance, then wobbled to a stop pointing straight toward the window! I patted the polished glass with both fuzzy paws, giggling so hard my tummy bounced as the needle gave another tiny curious twitch.