Children's Stories

Mrs Dawson was nowhere to be seen. Straight away Jenny eyed the button drawers. She hesitated for a moment, bit her lip nervously and walked slowly towards the unit. The drawer third from the right, and two up from the floor, was still open a couple of centimetres. Jenny stopped, looked about again, and sank down onto her knees. She carefully began to open the little drawer further. As she did, she heard tiny high-pitched whisperings and little clicking sounds bounce inside the unit. The drawer stuck halfway. Jenny yanked on the button handle, but the drawer still did not move. She lowered her head and peered inside. She could see something glittering blue and green, and something bright yellow and round. The button drawer must have been topped up with coloured buttons, she thought. Without further consideration Jenny reached inside the box and curled her fingers around the buttons. “Ouch!” she cried pulling her hand back quickly. Something had pricked her. A small spot of bright red blood began to ooze from a little swelling at the end of her index finger. Shrill squeals like laughter, and the drumming of, what sounded like little feet running up the unit echoed about the quiet shop.