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The face of Bartholomew Cubbins turned very red. ‟It’s a hat, Sire,” he stammered, ‟but it can’t be mine. Someone behind me must have put it on my head.”

‟I don’t care how it got there,” said the King. ‟You take it off.” And the King sat back in his carriage.

Bartholomew quickly snatched off the hat. He stared at it in as-tonishment. It was exactly the same as his own hat—the same size, the same colour. And it had exactly the same feather.