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!!