The Button Brooch

I scrambled across the low rug straight toward a sunny spot by the armchair! Tucked right against a wooden table leg was a dropped mother-of-pearl shirt button, shimmering with pale rainbow streaks. A grand ceremonial crest! I tried balancing it upright against the baseboard so everyone could admire it, but it slid flat onto the soft carpet fibers. No trouble at all—I found a fallen cotton sewing thread nearby and looped it three times through the tiny holes. Now I have a proper portable brooch to carry everywhere!