The Great Treasure Hunt
A black beetle clung tightly to the back of Button the cabin boy. Button gasped and puffed as its hook-like feet buried themselves into his sides and shoulders. His hands gripped the shoelace hard, but he made the mistake of looking down and felt sick. It was a long way.
“Just a bit further,” he grunted.
Finally he grasped the edge of the shelf and pulled himself up with all his might, his arms burning. He lay flat, breathing heavily.
After a moment he got to his knees and pulled the beetle from his shoulder. It scurried off into a corner, receiving a warm welcome from its family. They darted around Button’s legs, clicking excitedly.
“There you go,” he said. “Make sure you don’t let your little ones wander too near the edge next time.” And the beetles scampered off, click-click-clicking their thanks.
such a good friend to the animals, Button. Well done.” It was Button’s shipmate Lily, back from a morning stroll.