The Compass That Pointed at the Cooler
On their first camping trip, Dara and her dad pitched the tent beside a quiet lake. Dara had brought a brand new compass. She knew the needle should always point north.
She set the compass on the picnic table. The needle swung around and pointed at the cooler. She moved to the other side of the table. The needle swung again, and it still pointed at the cooler.
"Dad, the north is stuck on our lunch!" she cried.
Her dad laughed and lifted the cooler. He turned it over and showed her the latch. It was shiny metal, and it held a small magnet that kept the lid closed.
"The magnet pulled the needle," he said. "Let's try again somewhere else."
Dara carried the compass far from the cooler, out to a flat rock by the water. This time, the needle held steady. It pointed straight at the hill across the lake. "That must be north," she said. At dusk, the first star came out right above that hill.