Читать The Button Witch. Part One - Nataliya Bogoluibova

Quick and agile, the mouse jumped from its burrow to find food. It would often sneak into barns and cellars in search of grain. But today, the mouse wanted to treat itself and sneaked into the library.

"Book pages are so delicious! They taste just like potato chips," thought the mouse as it happily ran around the shelves in search of a book it could chew on. Two hours passed. Finally, the mouse's belly was full and satisfied.

"Shoo! What have you done, you stupid, greedy mouse? You've robbed me of the joy of reading my magic books! How dare you?" The wizard shouted and grabbed the mouse by the tail. "I could have crushed you with a single spell, but I have no right to kill a living creature. But you shall have your punishment, for you are the cause of my loss of so many precious books! I may never get those rare magical pages back!" The wizard's eyes fell on the buttons of his vest.

He said, "You will never eat anything but tasteless buttons again! Your life will be so meager and gray that you will look with envy at other people who live happy lives. Your hunger will never be satisfied. You will have to eat dozens of buttons every day just to survive." The mouse flashed its black, beady eyes in anger.

Olivia, a nine-year-old girl, was busy making a snow sculpture. A snow dog, to be exact. The girl grabbed a fist of snow and pressed it where the dog's paws would be. It was so exciting! She tried to remember the puppy she had seen in her sleep. But the picture in her head was too fuzzy. She felt a little sad, but soon the girl was distracted from these thoughts.

The wicket creaked and swung open. The girl saw a cat creeping cautiously along the garden path. The cat wore a white hat, glasses, and a checkered scarf. He was accompanied by a huge, fluffy-bear-looking dog.

The cat squinted mischievously and whispered to his partner. "Look! She's got six buttons on her parka! What luck!" The dog slipped as his paws got stuck in the snow.

The annoyed cat muttered, "You're so clumsy, Dean! Don't frighten this nice little girl! We're guests here and should be respectful to the owner of this precious parka with so many buttons." The cat smiled and said, "My name is Fargo. This is Dean the dog. What's your name, little girl?"