a new comrade

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This is one funny soldier.

small children are creepy

Here are some I have met














If they wore hats I would enjoy children more

and I return

It's true that HJ has been away, but I must tell you all I have discovered a new fetish.

Feathers in my hats.

Love is in the air

It has been two long months of searching...unfortunately, I have decided to put my journey to an end. I have found myself at a crossroads...at one is the seemingly endless road the other Marjorie. It is true. In my travels...I met Marjorie.

What do I say about this fragile being, who can freeze frogs in midair without a second swish of her wand.

I am afraid love has hit hard...Hoo Doo and his magic hat are down for the count.

a cold December

I have continued on my journey. Zachariah seems unaware of his situation...although I know that the person who is with him is coveting one of the two things Zachariah treasures the most...

1. His gold
2. His talent at making hats

I picked up the trail at a fabric store recently. A large quantity of purple felt was charged on Zachariah's gold card. I am leaning more to #2...I think the person may be a bit of a fashionista...or at least they think they are.

This small elf told me that the person seemed male...sort of...but she was confused. She also said that Zachariah's eyes were glazed over and he was confused. The person was stuffing ribbon candy into Zachariah's mouth like it was Santa's sack. Zachariah, being diabetic must be delirious.

We are now in a situation where urgency has come into play. Zachariah MUST be found. I will get in my hat and continue to search, but I need some guidance from the outside.

More whispers in the crowd...

Passing the accordian player...I could have sworn he said..."he's in a cold place..."

I am far from my mark as I hover about. Searching.

Another weary traveler insisted that there was a clue on this board...but I didn't find a thing...unless I am to believe there is a code inside the "for rent" postings. This fine dressed man asked for a ride and he is currently traveling with me, although I am keeping my information to myself incase he is a spy.

Tonight I am turning the hat to the north in flight to see what clues I might pick up on the accordian players advice.

wandering the streets...

I heard a whisper today. In the streets of Chinatown...some pointed at me. How rude they were...unfeeling. I search and search for Zachariah. I found a clue while flying from the carnival that led me to New York. There among a bag of items...left as though accidentally. Someone left in a hurry.

A piece from the New York Times about a wild cat with uncanny human characteristics. It loved to wear hats. In this piece there was a photo of the cat wearing a small bowler. This must connect to Zachariah...the best hat maker in the land. So on to New York, unfortunately I am not sure where to look first so I wander. I have decided to not fly as much. When I landed I was greeted with a mad lot of hotdogs thrown at me. So on foot I proceed.

P.S. A very Happy Birthday to a good friend...Nixie!!