We first walked in the shop, realizing our need for a new hat. The manic figure was busy wrapping ribbons around new works. We approached him.
“I’d like a new hat for my wife,” I said.
“New hat,” he repeated, then offered a simple one, not much flair.
“That’s not the right one,” she muttered, trying it on for size.
“Another, bigger,” I suggested.
With a flash, he offered another, bigger, louder hat and I watched as it sadly swallowed her whole.