Walter kicked a crumpled paper cup down the sidewalk. It went clatter-clatter-clatter into a storm drain. He laughed out loud.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny button. He held it up to the sun. Something about it made him smile.
Walter walked past the outdoor market. A sign on a lamppost read Help Wanted. The market owner pointed at a stack of empty crates.
Walter picked up the top crate, but it tipped. CRASH! Apples rolled everywhere. The owner sighed deeply.
The owner handed Walter a broom. Walter swept so fast the broom vibrated, and the apples bounced right back into the crate. The owner's mouth dropped open.
The owner handed Walter a small metal key. Five years passed. Walter's hands grew strong.
Walter's hands hung a new sign on a market door. Walter's Market — Now Open. He wiped his hands on his apron and waited.
The doorbell jingled. Two small hands gripped the door. A boy and a girl stepped inside, wearing the same bright button. 'We're home,' they said. Walter dropped his apron and gathered them close.