Silverius Cuttleberry followed the fairy wren until it stopped here at its nest. "My goodness", he thought, "maybe it had just taken the ribbon scraps that he left out for the birds. But now here's three more hats. Where could they have gotten them?" He wished that his daughter Silvanna was there. She knew how to communicate with the youngest of creatures. Maybe then he'd get to the bottom of the mystery hat maker. Just as Silverius was wondering where the trail would lead him next, he heard a strange noise at the bottom of the tree. Perhaps the source of the ruckus would hold the next clue.
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