At dawn, Milo saw a single mitten dangling from a splintery post at the harbor.
A gust made it wave like a tiny hand. “Wait!” Milo called.
He grabbed it before it could skitter across the wooden dock.
Milo carried the mitten past the bobbing boats and held it up to a fisherman mending a net. “Did you lose this?”
The fisherman laughed and lifted two huge striped gloves. Beside a coil of rope, something shiny caught Milo’s eye.
Milo picked up the shiny button and tucked the little treasure into his pocket before hurrying on.
By the fish market crates, Milo asked, “Did you lose this mitten?” But no one claimed it.
At the lighthouse steps, he tried again. Still no one said yes.
Then the wind flipped the mitten onto Milo’s head like a floppy hat. Milo burst out laughing.
Milo climbed onto a low stone wall to look farther down the harbor.
But the wind snatched the mitten right out of his hand.
Milo dashed after it as it sailed over a puddle and bumped a brass bell with a CLANG!
Down it dropped into a small open basket where one lonely mitten already lay waiting.
Milo lifted the pair and set them neatly on top of the basket.
Just then, the basket’s owner came running back from a nearby boat with a thankful gasp.
Milo walked home along the quiet harbor with the button in his pocket. The dawn light sparkled on the water like one more treasure he almost missed.
