As Mark entered the hat shop, a scrawny old woman wearing a red cloak and a crooked hat welcomed him. Mark was surprised to see her, for she reminded him of witches. Just then, a little green hat with red dots caught his fancy. The woman caught his gaze, sneered and hissed, “Take it, a gift from me.” Delighted, Mark took the hat home, and left it on his table. One night, Mark woke up suddenly and heard a wailing sound. “Wear me, wear me now.” It was the hat! Terrified, Mark wore it and the hat was quiet. Mark threw the hat out of the window. Next day, on his way to school, Mark heard it again. “Wear me,” said the hat that now lay on the driveway. Mark picked the hat up, and threw it in the river. So, it never troubled him again.
Wear me Hat!
