Red Hat Poem

It was a cold day. A man sat at his desk, examining a red hat. “Yes this will do,” he said. A fire crackled in the corner, but it didn’t lighten the dank factory at all. “Have more made, and then sell them in the finest stores,” he said, the tip of his pipe gleaming.
“Yes sir, but we only have enough fabric for twenty more.” A man was standing in the shadows, his hands clasped in front of him, his head faced towards the ground. “Very well,” And with that, the red hat became one of the most wanted objects in the world. It was a very windy day. Big gusts shook the trees, causing the leaves to dance in the air. A woman walked through the crowd, holding her hat firmly on her head. As the woman walked down Main street, she tripped. WOOSH!

Everything on the playground seemed to be melting, like wax onto the asphalt. Heat waves traveled on the ground, like the ocean during a storm. The little girl sat with her friends in the shade, sweating in her red hat. Recess was almost over, and all the children couldn’t wait. She reluctantly removed the hat, setting it on the ground. The bell rang, and all the kids on the playground rushed to the air-conditioned classrooms. In all the panic, the little girl forgot the red hat. It was there all weekend. On Sunday, it began to rain. Big drops fell from the sky, splattering against the ground. Before long, the hat was soaked. It washed down a stream that had formed and fell into the river. It floated down, passing animals hiding in holes, and plants basking in the rain. “Hey look!” A girl said, picking the hat out of the stream. “Jamie, I found a hat.” Another girl walked over. “Cool. Let's go.” And so, the hat began a new

He picked up the hat and began to examine it. “Hmm, this would be a perfect present for my niece.” So, the hat traveled to Canada, and into a teenage girl's hands. “Um, thanks, I guess…” She said. The girl didn’t really like the hat. It sat on a shelf, collecting dust. It sat for many years, then one day, the day before the girl left for college, she went through the room, taking things off shelves and tossing them into boxes. She picked up the hat. “Ugh, this is a stupid hat,” she said, holding the hat away from her as if it were something gross. And, without a second thought, she threw the hat into the giveaway box. And so, the hat ended up outside, being faded by the sun's rays. People walked through the aisles, picking up objects, then putting them back down. No one touched the hat, after all, it was very old. “This would be perfect for my shop.” A man had walked up and was picking up the hat. “I’ll take it!” So, two weeks later, the hat ended up in Santa Cruz on a shelf in an antique shop. The Hat sat for many months, yet no one bought it. It wasn’t as pretty as it used to be, it’s color somewhat faded, and it’s rim somewhat torn. No one wanted an old torn up