I was right. Today I woke up to Mommy asking me- "Rachel? What happened to the cookie jar?"
"Um," I replied. "It was... a ghost! I was sleeping, then I heard a crashing sound, and the cookie jar was all... BROKEN!" I pretended to cry. As I hugged her, I spit into my hands and put the spit on my eyes to make it look like tears.
Just then, Butter pinched me hard, and I started actually crying. I secretly give him a thumbs-up.
Today, Mommy, Butter and me went to the park. I have been there since noon, its 5 PM now. I attempt to push Butter down the slide. He whispers to me "um- no thanks!" and quickly hops back to my shoulder.
Suddenly, I feel a strange presence. A chill. Thats weird, because its pretty warm out today. I squeeze Butter. Surprised, he tries to wiggle free, but I'm squeezing too hard.
I can feel myself making a serious, almost traumatized-looking face. I walk up to Mommy, still squeezing Butter. "Uh.. Mommy?"
"Yes, Sweetie?"
"Im tired. Can we go home?"
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My Best Friend Butter
Fantasi6-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?
