Easter time is the time kids remember by the sweet chocolate eggs hidden around the house and garden. The Wobbly Wide Web is a wonderful place to find sweet things, and I found this hidden little gem with less calories than a US Standard chocolate easter egg; a story about hats you can read to your kids. Here is my mini version. For the real story go to Juliana Carter’s original: www.storyrhyme.com/stories/originals/charlies_hats/
Charlie with his Mad Bomber® King of the Forest Hat. Photo from http://flic.kr/ps/LErg9
Charlie was a collector of hats. Now, they weren’t displayed neatly on hooks in his bedroom. You see, Charlie was a collector of many things, so his room was a bit of a jumbled mix of stuff. For instance, rocks. Charlie had rocks ranging in size from the smallest pebble to some that were as big as his hand. … In fact, Charlie had so many collections that when Mom and Dad walked past his room, they shuddered. Charlie’s room was a mess!
But let me tell you, Dear Reader, about Charlie’s hats. These were special hats, at least to Charlie. When he put one on, he became whomever he wanted to be at that particular moment.
Charlie had one very special hat. Well, it was more than a hat for Charlie, it was his pet rabbit as well. When Charlie was in bed he could cuddle it as it was warm and furry, but when he would put it on he would be transformed into the King of the Woods. This was his favourite Mad Bomber® hat which was handed down from his big brother Jim. Standing tall up on his pillow wearing this Mad Bomber® hat he would be transformed into the King of the Woods, and he sang praise to the plants for flowering and for the deer for bringing little Bambies into his land. He would yell at the introduced weeds and tell them to go away, or else he would get off his pillow and rip them out with the super powers his Mad Bomber® hat gave him, the powers he had the right to as he had inherited this hat from his big brother.
When Charlie gets tired of being King of the Woods he would lie down in his bed, pet his furry hat and cuddle up to sleep, sometimes accidentally sucking and chewing on one of the supplex ear flaps. With his Mad Bomber® hat he would dream about the woods and how he stood in the middle of a circle of fairies, listening to their stories and telling them how to make the world a better place. Charlie never had bad dreams with his furrty friend, the worst would be when he had a stubborn gnome who wouldn’t pay attention to him. One morning after a night full of such stubborn gnomes he found he had gnawed the button off the earflap. Thankfully his mother fixed that before she went to work. Charlie knew his mum could do everything, so this did not surprise him in the least…
Now go read the real story!!!
www.storyrhyme.com/stories/originals/charlies_hats/
