Harvey felt bad. The other phones were smart. Where did that leave him?
No text, no games, no internet. No fun.
Susie played Scrabble with Tommy.
Johnny gave directions.
April spit out reminders.
Misty sent messages.
Jordan took pictures.
But Harvey was only good for one thing. Talking. He did have a red button, though—not that he ever had to use it.
One day Harvey and the other phones went to the park. While everyone else was playing games, texting, and checking e-mail, Harvey just hung around. What else could he do?
Footsteps pounded up the path.
“Ah-hah! Smart phones!” said the bank robber.
The robber picked up the phones and tossed them into his money bag one by one. But then he came to Harvey and laughed. “Hoo-boy! Nobody wants this piece of junk.”
He left Harvey lying on a rock.
Before the robber had a chance to run off, police surrounded the park.
“Hey, Officer, how did you know where to find me?” said the robber.
“There was a 9-1-1 call from this location,” said the officer. “I’m betting it was this little guy.”
He picked Harvey up and looked at the red button. It was glowing.
Harvey rang, and the Officer answered. “Yes, yes. I’ll tell him.” When he hung up, he said, “Harvey, the Captain wants to congratulate you on a job well done.”
Harvey was so pleased with himself that he couldn't help but vibrate.