Marty was an ordinary ostrich. An ordinary ostrich with an extraordinary dream. A dream that kept him from eating. A dream that kept him awake at night even as the other ostriches stood, sleeping around him. A dream so intense that he could hardly concentrate on chasing children who happened by and stealing the buttons off their jeans.
His dream? A hat.
Madness, he knew. How could he, an ostrich with no job and no trust fund, ever get a hat?
For a while he tried standing under a low tree branch and letting a leaf rest atop his head, but that only made things worse. The longing wasn't simply for anything to be up there. The yearning he felt was for a hat.
Then, finally, after days of dreaming, it happened. A hat, carried by the wind, perhaps a gift of some new god, literally landed at his feet.
It was a red baseball cap and it was beautiful. The hat was such an amazing sight that for a while Marty just stared at it in awe and disbelief. Then he reached down and grabbed it with his beak. He held it there and stood erect in triumph. A hat. Finally, a hat. It was really happening.
It was then he realized he had no way to get it from his mouth to his head.
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