At the end of the garden stood a scarecrow. He had a straw hat on his head.
One day a great wind came. The hat flew away.
The hat landed on the fence. Then on a tree. Then it fell into the grass.
The scarecrow was sad. He could not speak, but his head was bare.
Panni saw the hat in the grass.
“That belongs to the scarecrow,” she said.
She picked up the hat and carried it over. She put it back on the scarecrow’s head.
“That’s better,” she said.
The scarecrow stood in his hat again. Panni thought he was smiling too.
The wind blew again. But this time the hat did not fly away.
Because Panni had put it on a little more tightly.
