The Compass That Pointed to Lost Things
Hana got a brass compass from her aunt. The needle did not point north. It wobbled and spun and pointed somewhere else.
"It is broken," said Hana's brother, Leo.
Then Leo cried, "I cannot find my left mitten!"
Hana looked at the compass. The needle swung toward the kitchen. She followed it to the bread box, and there was the mitten, tucked in the corner.
"It points to lost things!" Hana said.
All week, the compass helped. It found a library book under a bed. It found a spoon in the garden. One evening, it pointed at the old oak tree.
Hana climbed up and found a small bird's nest with a shiny button inside. The button was hers! She gently left the nest alone, and she took only her button home.