There were lots of different people walking along the narrow, old path beside the river. Most of them were wearing hats, all kinds of different ones, mostly because this was the fashion of the day. He had never worn a hat himself. Maybe it was something he hadn't given enough time to think about. These days he was sure that the people looked at him strangely though. And some days, when he walked beside the flowing river and felt the breeze across his untidy hair, he felt awkward. So maybe he did need one... A Very Short Story... (how a lot of stories should be ?!)