The Bristle Compass

My button compass was set flat in the metal tray, but every true navigator needs a needle that points the way! Spotting a fallen stiff bristle from the broom near the baseboard, I seized it with both hands like a mighty javelin. Marching back to the steel basin, I carefully threaded the thin golden bristle straight through two tiny holes of the plastic button. It balanced across the slick center, swiveling smoothly when I gave the tray a hearty tap with me wooden cutlass! With my trusty directional needle locked on uncharted seas, time to claim me booty!