the tag ends here

you found me.

this is where beanie and butarro live. if one of them is in your hands right now, say which — the house will remember.

↓ scroll to follow them

every morning
beanie leaves to find somewhere new. butarro stays.
she packs like she is going far. he listens to the house wake up. neither of them thinks this is strange.
peek inside beanie's bag
a map, two snacks, one spoon, and her lucky little sun.
until one day
the sun slipped out by the door.
a very small sound. beanie was already down the path and did not hear it.
butarro did.
because of that
on the hill, her pocket felt light.
a map can show you a hill. it cannot show you a thing that small. she looked behind every flower and under every stone she could see.
- beanieit has to be somewhere.
because of that
back home, butarro found it the way he finds everything.
by paw, along the floor by the door, right where the sound had been. he did not go looking for her. he held it, and he stayed.
- butarroshe will come back this way.
until finally
she came home slower than she left.
- butarroThere you are.
- butarroYou sound different today.
- beaniei lost my sun.
- his paw was already open.
- beaniehow did you—
- butarroi heard it fall.
she had looked all day. he had listened for one second, and then waited.
ever since
some friends find things by looking. some by staying.
the sun sleeps on butarro's shelf now. beanie knows exactly where to find it.
beanie sees what is ahead. butarro feels what is here. between them, nothing small gets lost for long.