A boy walked through the field of flowers, his mind wandered. He looked down to notice the button from his sleeve had FALLEN TO THE GROUND. He knew they would be angry, and knew he must search. He paced the field, looking under every stone. He noticed bugs he had never seen before under some rocks. He smelt the flowers as he had never smelt them before. He feared not the wasps for he knew they would leave him alone. As he passed through and across the field, he noticed every detail and every animal and saw that they were content.

He returned to his h_use, still missing the button. As he went to sleep that night his mind went to the bugs and the flowers and the wasps. He fretted not over the button, for he had found more.

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