BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

As a child, I had a crush on my neighbor, Cindy. One spring afternoon, as I played in my clubhouse, I heard a voice. "Hi, Ron!" Cindy said. My face turned red. My hands clammed up. She joined me. A few minutes later, she grabbed my hand & whispered, "I think you're cute." I froze. My eyes closed. She giggled. When I opened them, she scurried down the ladder. "Wait!" I yelled. There was something in her hand. I looked around & sure enough, my Butterfinger was gone. She stole my heart & soul all in one moment. For years, I've dreamt that my baby, Butterfinger, would come back to me. I miss her.