In the land of the Apache,
There's a magical talisman,
Made of volcanic obsidian,
It's said to bring good luck, if you're a fan.

But in the hands of a fidgety child,
The talisman starts to bicker,
It slips and slides and falls to the ground,
And soon it starts to erode quicker.

But don't worry, little one,
There's a search engine just for you,
Type in "translucent stones" and see,
What other treasures await for you.

There are many stones that shine and glimmer,
Each with its own magic power,
You can collect them and keep them safe,
In a little box for any hour.

So don't be sad, don't fret or worry,
If your talisman starts to break,
Just search for a new one, shiny and new,
And hold it close, for goodness sake!

Reflections

1. What is a talisman and why is it considered lucky?
2. What happened to the obsidian talisman in the story and how did the child feel about it?
3. How did the child use the search engine to find a new treasure?
4. What did the child learn about letting go of the old and finding something new?
5. What other treasures might the child discover in the future?