Teddy's Button by Amy Le Feuvre
Teddy loves to tell the story of how his father heroically died on the battlefield and guards his button jealously. But this brings contention and strife when a new girl comes to town. Teddy begins to learn what it means to be a soldier under Christ, his Captain. Here is a story that will open a child's understanding of the spiritual battle within as Teddy learns that he is his own worst enemy. As a stubborn boy and girl refuse to back down from their selfish pride, one of the many lessons they learn is that they cannot win battles by force and hate, but by carrying the banner of love. Through this charming story, Amy Lefeuvre helps children to understand the spiritual battle that rages in their soul, and that parents and children are on the same side.
Teddy loves to tell the story of how his father heroically died on the battlefield and guards his button jealously. But this brings contention and strife when a new girl comes to town. Teddy begins to learn what it means to be a soldier under Christ, his Captain. Here is a story that will open a child's understanding of the spiritual battle within as Teddy learns that he is his own worst enemy. As a stubborn boy and girl refuse to back down from their selfish pride, one of the many lessons they learn is that they cannot win battles by force and hate, but by carrying the banner of love. Through this charming story, Amy Lefeuvre helps children to understand the spiritual battle that rages in their soul, and that parents and children are on the same side.
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I'm a hundred, and then it will be buried in my grave with me. Suppose I<br />
lost my button, do you know what I would do?’<br />
Nancy gazed at the young orator with a little awe.<br />
'No,' she said; ‘what?'<br />
'I would drop down and die, my heart would burst and break, and<br />
if I couldn't die very quick, I wouldn't eat or drink nothing, but I'd go<br />
sadly to my grave and lay my head down, and the next morning you<br />
would find me stiff and cold with my glassy eyes staring up at the sky,<br />
like an old dog I read about.'<br />
<strong>Teddy's</strong> tone was so intensely tragic that Nancy was silent. At last she<br />
said, 'I'll never love you proper till you give it to me.’<br />
'Will you like me a little instead?’<br />
'I might do that,' she replied reluctantly.<br />
'And you won't never say you don't believe father's story?’<br />
'I aren't going to promise.’<br />
Then, as the very last bite was taken of the apple, she added, 'I'll<br />
hear some more of your stories first. I want to hear one now. Sally<br />
White told me at school you know all about fairies.’<br />
Teddy nodded impressively, then said slowly, 'I make believe I do,<br />
but I don't make believe father's story.’<br />
'Tell me a story now.’<br />
Teddy clasped his hands round a bough, and with knitted brows<br />
considered. Then he looked up, and the light sparkled in his eyes.<br />
'Shall I tell you about when I went into an oak-tree, and found a little<br />
door leading down some steps that took me to the goblin's cave?’<br />
This sounded enchanting, and Nancy eagerly prepared herself to<br />
listen. Such a story was then poured out that it held her spell-bound.<br />
Goblins, elves, and fairies, underground glories, thrilling adventures<br />
and escapes. Was it any wonder that with such a gift for story-telling<br />
Teddy was the king of the village? It came to an end at last, and Nancy<br />
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