The Beanie Thief
ON A DARK AND DRIZZLY EVENING as we walked between Hawthorne and Belmont streets, Eoghan suddenly spoke from his backpack atop his daddy’s shoulders. “Hat…hat…”, he croaked in a small and earnest voice. We stopped to find his beanie was now missing from his head and fresh raindrops were beginning to dampen his curly hair. As we paced backward a few steps our eyes scanned the wet shadows of the dimly lit sidewalk, and it was then we discovered the missing article of clothing: it was hanging from a tree branch…
Plucked straight from the top of his head, it never even hit the ground.
THE HAPPY END
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