Once upon a time, the White Button family had decided to go on vacation, a long road trip to do some sightseeing. They were all set, packed, and ready to go. Well, that is except for Little White Button, who was having a very difficult time deciding what to bring with in the car.
“But Pa, I need all my clothing,” said Little White Button.
“All your clothing?” asked Pa White Button.
“Yes! What if it gets cold, or hot, or it rains, or snows, or there’s wind, or I spill, or get uncomfortable, or need a disguise?” replied Little White Button.
“Okay, if that’s what you need, that’s what you need,” said Pa White Button.
And so he loaded all of Little White Button’s clothing into the car, packing parkas and pants, swimsuits and sweaters, tights and Toadstool costumes, and on and on and on, until the closet was empty and there were no more clothes to pack.
“Are you ready to go now?” asked Pa White Button.
“No, no! I need my books! It’s a long trip. I’ll need to read,” said Little White Button.
“Okay, if that’s what you need, that’s what you need,” said Pa White Button.
And so he loaded all of Little White Button’s books into the car, packing away Where the Wild Truffles Are, and Chanterelle’s Web, and Goodnight Morel, and on and on and on, until the bookshelves were bare and there were no more books to pack.
“Okay, are you all set now?” asked Pa White Button.
“Oh Pa, one more thing! I need my toys! What if I get bored, or lonely?” said Little White Button.
“Okay, if that’s what you need, that’s what you need,” said Pa White Button.
And so he loaded all of Little White Button’s toys into the car, packing away stuffed bears and bobcats, and jackals and jaguars, and leopards and lions, and on and on and on, until the toy box was barren and there were no more of Little White Button’s collection of Harmless Stuffed Carnivores left to pack.
“Okay, that’s everything, Pa. I’m ready. Let’s go!” said Little White Button.
“Ah, I’m sorry Little White Button, but you’re not going anywhere,” replied Pa White Button.
“We’re not?” asked Little White Button.
“No, no. We, that is your mother and I, are going, but I’m afraid you’ll have to stay behind,” said Pa White Button.
“Why’s that, Pa?” asked Little White Button.
“Because with all your stuff in the car, I’m afraid there just isn’t mushroom left!” spouted Pa White Button.
And everyone laughed happily ever after! The end.
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