The Hat

The Hat. The Hat is special. Otherwise why would I capitalize its name like its an equal? Because it is, at least, if not better than mere mortals like yourselves. It's a cardinals hat. It's got a dark blue cap and a red bill with a cardinal perched on a baseball bat. There are thousands like it all around. But none are like mine. This is the story of one lost hat who decided not to stay lost. I went to school like any other day, it was the end of a three day week. I, like most kids, was very very excited and just wanted to get it over with. First hour I noticed something had gone horribly wrong, The Hat, the hat that never leaves me. Had left. I was so worried. I went through most of the day wondering if I would ever see it again. Then the miracle or 'freak occurrence' happened. I got a pass out of 4th hour to get a drink of water. In the middle of the hallway, perfectly centered on the floor mind you, was The Hat. I ran over to it and picked it up. Reunited, as it should be. Oh but this story gets better. I looked it over and it looked in better condition than ever and as I was turning it over in my hands I took a look inside and found two dollars. If that's not good enough than I shall make this story better still. The Hat had left me first hour on the first floor. It was found on the second floor and in a new hallway. So, The Hat had jumped floors, switched halls, and apparently pickpocketed someone along the way. That is my story. What exactly happened? Did someone pick it up and find it? Or did The Hat do all this work independently? I think that since I loved it so much that it wanted to come home. And I think that it missed home so much that it decided to bear gifts upon its return. Hat, I salute thee.