Button.
The tailor sighed. This was the 4,563rd button that he had sewn and re-sewn on the jackets, and vests of the kings of Narnia. He dug his furry paw into a giant bucket full to the brim with multicolored buttons. The mole tailor tsked as he stitched on a bright red button.
Whatever the Kings were doing, It couldn't be good for The poor little buttons. A sudden loud rucuss outside the tailors door made him jump and spill over the button bucket; making buttons scatter all over his workshop. The door flung open and a dirt splattered figure stooped in to the messy workshop. The tailor Recognized after a minute the mud covered person to be High King Peter.
"Hello, scruftilys." He said thickly bending down at his desk and putting a button-less shirt on his table. "I have, er, seemed to have lost my buttons."
The tailor scruftilys, looked at the dirty shirt on his table and then at the muddy King.
The High King was turning to leave when The tailor asked, "My King, what on the lions mane have you been doing?"
He blushed visible underneath the mud splatters. "Ed and I have just been... erm... Investigating the mudpits." The blushing muddied King hurried quickly out.
The tailor shook his head, and grabbed another button.
