It's about 5 AM. Mommy is fast asleep. Not me and Butter. We are wide awake.
"Okay, let's try that again," I whisper to Butter. Before he can say a word, I hold him in my left hand and we go back to the kitchen.
I do the same thing I did last time, this time holding up Butter, and he grabs the jar.
"It's too heavy!" He says. I wouldn't blame him for complaining. But the heavier the jar, the more cookies are in there.
But then the jar falls to the ground, and shatters. Great, now mom is probably awake.
I retrieve a few cookies from the floor, hold Butter in my left hand, and jump over the shattered ceramic. Then, like Deja Vu, I sprint to my room, hide the cookies under my pillow, and we pretend to sleep.
When we see that Mommy isn't coming, I start eating a cookie. Butter eats half of a cookie. They taste good!
But now, I'm worried if Mommy finds out we broke the cookie jar. If she asks me, I'll just say it's a ghost.
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My Best Friend Butter
Fantasía6-year-old Rachel's stuffed bunny is special. He is alive. He keeps Rachel calm. He talks to her. After Rachel tells a lie, she develops a fear of ghosts, and even Butter can't calm her down. Will she get over her fear?
