My Diary: Day 1

The hat lay on the table, absolutely still. It was the 57th day, and counting, that it had been there. One day it wasn't there, and the next it was. When I came down for breakfast the morning it appeared, I asked, "Why is that hat there?" Of course, nobody knew, so I have no answer to that question.

Day 2

For some strange reason, today the hat is gone. Everybody in the house noticed it, even Granny Lizzie saw it wasn't there. Now I look back and think, "Why was that hat on the table?"