The farmer had a hat, an old brown hat. Oh, how her liked that old brown hat! But then the wind came, and blew the hat away. And as fast as the farmer ran, the wind raced even faster. So the farmer went looking. Neither squirrel, nor Mouse, nor Duck, nor any of the other animals has seen the hat--though they had seen some pretty strange things. Would the farmer ever find his favorite hat?
No one has seen the farmer's nice brown hat, not even Bird. But Bird now has a nice brown nest.