Editing But's story

Now I know I want to stitch the text and draw with the sewing machine, I need to refine the script so that I can achieve what I want to achieve.

This was the original story:

BUT

BUT was only half a button. He was broken, boring in colour and had no particularly interesting qualities. You could say he was dull.He was not welcome in the place where all special buttons go – the Button Tin. They were shiny, pattered, colourful and knew where they had come from.

The scarlet button was once on a Beefeater’s uniform and was proud of the fact.
The shiny pink button belonged to a dress that worn by a famous ballerina.
The multi-coloured button was once the eye of a rainbow teddybear.

But didn’t know where he had come from. He had no story to tell and quickly became known as the “butt of jokes.” Laughed at, scorned and even thrown out of the tin. He was not wanted.

But crouched under a chair. Alone. He watched the other buttons play party games, hold sing-a-longs and enjoy themselves.

Then one day he heard a sob. He crept closer, it was a lonely wail – similar to his own.

Another outcast, huddled in darkness. Like him it had only one hole. It was his other half.

United they could remember. They were once part of a child’s cardigan – a child who liked swinging, and playing and running around. They recalled the freedom of the open space, the wind on their faces and they were happy. Happy that they were now complete.

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As from today I have changed the text to this. It is much simpler. I edited with the images in mind I wanted to use. It also helped me eliminate the scenes I didn't want or feel I needed.

BUT

But was only half a button

He was different to all the other multi-coloured members of the button tin.

The beefeater button proudly gave after dinner speeches - even when he wasn't asked to

The acrobatic button performed amazing stunts

But didn't have a special talent

And he didn't know where he had come from

But wasn't wanted in the button tin

He felt lonely and frightened

Forgotten and unsure, he tried to make like his new home

And for a while he did, until…..

One day he was suddenly shooting through the air

A sharp spear was heading his way. But closed his eyes. Was this the end?

But couldn’t believe it. He was attached again ....and whole.