A WITCH’S HAT that once lived in a closet felt very lonely, as none of the other clothes on the shelves wanted his company. “Maybe I belong to another fairy tale”, the hat thought every time he saw the other items giving him frightened looks. So, one day, he decided to leave the closet and search for a costume that would be a true match for him.
He, then, visited a shop with Carnival costumes were he searched each and every corridor and tried all sorts of available costumes. Much to his disappointment, however, he found no suitable clothes.
First, he came across a costume of a knight in full armor. As the items it was composed of where made of shining plastic, however, he found it hard to blend in. Second, he came across a costume of a Princess, which was so elaborate and colorful that he felt like a complete stranger next to the other items. And then costumes of a dwarf, a mermaid, and a Prince, until he eventually came to terms with the fact that no costume was fitting for him and the accessories on them got scared at his sight.
“Maybe I belong here”, the hat thought and sat on the top of a fairy costume. As soon as he looked at himself on the mirror, however, each and every accessory in the store broke into laughter, as it was a truly unexpected sight for a witch’s hat to be sitting on a fairy’s costume.
“Is there no place I can fit in?” the hat thought with disappointment. He, then, walked out of the costume store and went to the nearby forest. So embarrassed was he, however, that he even suspected the leaves of the trees were laughing at him, too. The more he tried to hide, the louder he thought he heard their laughter echoing through the forest. He ran and ran, until he, eventually, felt like crying. Just as the first teardrop watered the soil, he came across a field in a forest clearing, at the center of which an ugly scarecrow was to be found.
“Maybe I fit here”, the hat thought. He, then, gave a big jump, and sat right on top of the scarecrow. After calming down, he tried to understand whether the leaves of the forest where still laughing at him, yet this time the forest was completely silent.
And he would have stood there forever, enjoying the moonlight, had the laughter of a witch from some fairy tale not disturbed him, who came over using her flying broomstick, caught the hat and flew away to reach the closest stars....