The farmer had a hat, an old brown hat. Oh, how he 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 the Squirrel, nor Mouse, not Duck, nor any of the other animals
had seen the hat - though they had seen some pretty strange things.
Would the farmer ever find his favorite hat?