It may be a
tiny pink one your mother "lost" from her cashmere sweater
as she descended to last night's party. Or perhaps it's a still-active
button lingering on a single thread, glinting and glassy as the
last of a late winter sun squints into your bedroom window.
Either way, any button this little lady deems a perfect addition
to her collection will be gone before the moment is. Nothing
can disguise the gleam in her eye when she spots that button.
For Picky 'Paca Rat, however svelte and pale and dressed to the
nines is still a rat.
This may be
the only thing she and Alpaca Rat, "The Button King" have
in common, but Al hates to leave it at that. Mystified by
the pearl button in her ear, a nice little accent to the distinctive
string of light-colored buttons lacing her delicate neck, he makes
wide circles around her, now and then offering something from his
own richly varied collection. More often than not he is flatly
refused; Picky 'Paca Rat, as close to femininity as a rodent can
get, defines the word fickle. Not that it isn't becoming...