The Black Hat

There was an ordinary, young, and short  boy who had no one to socialize with.  He lived in a village down in a deep, damp, dark forest with his old grandmother who was mute, wise and tall.

Unfortunately there wasn’t much things this young boy could do, so one day he set to explore the forest . He walked until he saw something gleaming out of the corner of his eyes. He walked a couple more steps and then stopped. It was a black hat peeking through the side of the gigantic brown tree.  At that moment he reached down with his long fingers and grabbed the hat. As he glanced at it, suddenly beautiful things started to emerge out of the hat and drop onto the hard ground.

Surprisingly it was creatures like white birds, colourful butterflies and outstanding lady bugs. He was so amazed . “This hat is the best!” he explained.  He put the hat on and never took it off.  Immediately the boy caught the doleful creatures, put them in  rusty, creaky cages and carried them home. As he strode through the dreadful,  forest with mud flicking up the back of his gold shoes, he slid around in the wet, moist mud, with the  freezing,  wind blowing past him. He could smell the fragrance of the frosty grass that was growing through the flooded glimmering gardens.

Finally he arrived at his house. The boy wiped off the mud on his shoes and tiptoed like a mouse to his room with not a single sound. The boy put the animals up on his shiny, sparkling silver bench for display. He was fascinated by the colours, textures and features. He loved the hat so much that he would never take it off his head. Everytime he had lunch or dinner he put the hat on, but when it was night he would take it off and lay it down beside him. He gently laid it beside him. The boy then drifted of to sleep and snuggled into his warm, snugly, comfortable bed, dreaming of what life would be like if there was so much wonderful things to do and if there was sunlight. Meanwhile he started opening up his eyes. The boy woke up amazed at the sight that laid before his eyes.

He got the shock of his life waking up to strange things crawling and flying on his smooth face. He loved these creatures. The boy then got the poor little creatures altogether and put them in a big, peaceful and scary box. Finally he thought to himself. ‘I should let them be free’, so he took them outside and opened up the creepy, dark box. He watched the creatures slowly fly and crawl away in front of a pitch black shadow in the dark behind them.

By now they were set free in the air flapping and fluttering under the horizon through the dark, dusty grey fog.  The creatures colourfulness was blending in with the stars of the night sky. While the little boy was watching them fly over the rough, noisy sea, listening to the birds chirping away.