Mystery of the Hat
Last week was the day before Christmas Eve and me and Noah (my best friend and identical twin) were preparing for Christmas Day. Suddenly, a loud shout came from dead in the middle of the Cave of Clamamus and the Mariana Trench. “What was that!” I cried. We rush outside and look both ways. Out of the corner of our eyes, we spy a red hat with a white bobble on top. “It’s probably just Darkwing celebrating Christmas,” mutters Noah. “I don’t think Darkwing is the cheerful kind of Griffin,” I said with a scared voice. “I haven’t ever (and probably never will) seen a grin on his face!”
