Last night I was sleeping, soundly in my humble Honduran abode. I was having a dream about my hat, one of my favorite things to dream about. I find that dreaming about my hat is the second best thing to actually wearing it. Sometimes it's even better, seeing as how my forehead never sweats in dreams. However, last night's hat dream was different. One could even say it was a hat nightmare. The problem was that the hemp used to weave the Scala, from Sri Lanka, was all falling out. All that was left was some wire. The wire confused me, because there is no wire in my hat, but in my dream the hat was clearly supported by a firm wire cage. I was explaining to the science teacher, Alfredo, that the hat just simply
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