Francine was already having a bad day. The cat had already bitten her foot, she stepped on droppings, and her face was cut from the branches she ran through when she was running away from cats. She didn’t need another thing to worry about. But of course, something happened. A bird had to take her hat. That hat was from her father it was her very treasure.

“Where did it go?” she shouted.

She looked all over for it, but she couldn’t see it. She tried to find the bird but it was long gone, maybe in its nest roosting.