“Magic hats,” Jon said to himself. “Just limited enough, but with just enough potential, to give me a starting point, but not be boring.”
Jon took a breath and took hold of the stone. “I wish for my own hat shop, or my own haberdashery I think it’s called,” Jon said. He didn’t dare say “with magical hats,” because he didn’t want to leave the details to the discretion of the rock. He would decide which hats would be magical on a case by case basis, and what those traits would be.
But for the moment nothing obviously changed. He was still in his room. Well he didn’t wish for his house to turn into a hat store, just that he would have a hat store. “I wish I had a map to my new hat store.”
The map showed it on 1st street further into the downtown area of town.
Jon grabbed the stone and left on foot for where the map led.
About halfway there, he really was quite aware that everyone he saw was wearing a very, very extravagant and silly hat. Meanwhile they were looking at him with shock and horror.
About 2/3 of the way to his new hat store, a police car pulled over next to him, its lights flashing. A dour looking man wearing a sparkly 10 gallon hat with little pinatas dangling down from its rim all around its circumference, got out of the car and yelled “freeze!”
His partner, a black man with a puffy Afro and a wizard hat on top of that then also got out, and slowly lumbered over to Jon. “Well, well, look at what we got here. Where you think you goin’ without your hat, boy?”
