Another Hobo Story~


The Hobo and his hat


The Hobo was looking for a hat; not a cap, beanie, bonnet, fedora or helmet, but a Hobo Hat. THE Hobo Hat. I mean, what other hat, aside from a Hobo Hat, could the Hobo want?


Thus, the Hobo went on a Hobo Hat Hunt.

After a long enough search, the Hobo managed to find The Hobo Hat. It was The Hobo Hat instead of THE Hobo hat because it was of the wrong size and the wrong colour. After all, there was no use in wearing a Huge Hobo Hat if it covered the Hobo’s face. I mean, the hat is meant to compliment the Hobo, not hide the Hobo. You are meant to see both the Hobo and the Hat. That’s why it’s called Hobo Hat and not Hide the Hobo Hat. What’s the use if you can only see the Hobo Hat and not the Hobo?

And the colour of The Hobo Hat was just, wrong. It did not match the Hobo’s pink Ferrari-enough said.

So the Hobo continued his hunt.

Some shops didn’t carry Hobo Hats; most shops just didn’t have the kind of Hobo Hat the Hobo wanted.

But being a Hobo, the Hobo persisted. He felt that some day, some how, he would be able to find THE Hobo Hat. Being unable to find THE Hobo Hat even after he had been to half the shops in town merely fuelled the Hobo’s determination. Each failure did not deter the Hobo. Instead, the Hob was hit with the mad desire to find THE Hobo Hat-the Hobo would continue his hunt until he ran out of shops or dropped dead.

Then one day, he found it.

After ensuring that it fit and was the right colour, the Hobo hurriedly paid without looking at the price. The Hobo then hopped out happily with THE Hobo Hat on his head.

Sitting in his pink Ferrari, the Hobo closed his eyes, took a deep breath and prepared to admire his Hobo reflection. The Hobo thought, ‘Finally, finally, I found THE Hobo Hat! That means I am now no longer a humble Hobo, but a Hobo Hat Hobo! HA HA HA!’ after which he opened his eyes and waited for that magical moment to come as he stared at his reflection. He waited with anticipation and bated breath for the happiness, the hurrah and the hooray.

Nothing happened.

The Hobo peered at his reflection from his rearview mirror, then the wing mirror, and then the rearview mirror again. It was THE hat. The hat he had longed so much for, had searched high and low for. But suddenly it seemed to become just a hat. Suddenly, it didn’t look like THE Hobo Hat anymore. In fact, the hat seemed to make his head look… huge.
The Hobo wanted to speed off in his pink Ferrari to the next destination. But then the Hobo realised he had no more next destination as he had found his hat.

The Hobo was bored.

‘Hmm, what next, a Hobo Hermes Handbag? A heart-shaped Hobo Hairclip?’ thought the Hobo. He stepped on the accelerator, speeding away in search of something else he could do.

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“Hello Hobo!” hollered Ade to the Hobo.
“Hello!” replied the Hobo.
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