Library: Harlequin Stovepipe hat

The life was so wild at the small village of Sirendale. The whole village had gone crazy, the people were dancing and singing, and all this because of Harlequin Stovepipe hat that is now going towards Sun Creek. But how can this happen in a village that is usually so calm and dull that even a pigeon that is pecking seeds is exciting? My dear friend, I think it is better to start from the beginning. It was a sunny morning at Sirendale, and young girl Taloca was sent by her mother to get water from the river that was nearby. When Taloca arrived to the river she saw a funny looking thing in the streaming water. Luckily she was able to reach it, as it was coming towards her when she was sitting on the riverbank. What is it, she wondered, and watched it very closely. 'It looks like a top hat.', she said. Suddenly a small gnome jumped off the hat and said 'It's a harlequin stovepipe hat young girl!', said the gnome. And he continued 'And I live in this hat, young lady! It is full of gold and diamonds and I'm taking them south to Sun Creek travelling this river!' Taloca was grinning cutely, then she grabbed the gnome from that and threw him to the river and started running back to village. The gnome shouted 'Hey! You can't take my hat! Return it! Curses! You must return it! Oh well, you will return it to me, I swear!' Taloca ran back to Sirendale and gave the harlequin stovepipe hat to her parents. Her parents were calm people. Her father Olf was a fisherman and her mother Lei was living home. They took a look to the hat and it was full of gold and diamonds, the gnome had told the truth. 'We must keep this hat secret, so that people don't get jealous and steal it', they decided. As the night passed, Taloca and her parents were shocked, as the harlequin stovepipe hat had disappeared. 'Someone has stolen it!', they all said in one voice. But who could have taken the hat, could there be someone who would have seen? Is there someone who could have the hat now? The answer was very obvious since Helmuntok, the local village idiot babbled in loud voice at the market place and he was was wearing golden medallions around his neck, and his pockets were bursting with diamonds. Taloca's father saw this and was angry 'You boasting thief! You stole those treasures from us!' and clenched his fist menacingly at Helmuntok. Helmuntok yelled 'What did you call me? A thief? I'm no thief, I woke up with this top hat full of gold this morning!' Helmuntok took the hat from his head and put it on ground so that all the villagers could take a look. He said 'I am no thief. I found this hat next to my bed this morning when I woke up. Fine! If this really belongs to you Olf, take it.' Olf glanced at Helmuntok despisingly, took the hat, and walked home. The villagers were watching at Olf and Helmuntok who were sneering each other with gestures. The afternoon in Sirendale was quiet and depressing. There hadn't been thefts in Sirendale, but this strange hat had enchanted everyone. Everybody was glaring each other and there was a pinch of envyness in the air and the atmosphere was discouraging. The treasures didn't fit in Sirendale at all, it did nothing but spreaded friction between old friends. Even Olf, Taloca's father had noticed this. His friends no longer greeted him at the market and the treasures didn't grant happiness in such small village as Sirendale was. When the night was still young, Olf sneaked out of the house with the hat to the place where Taloca had gone to get water. He was about to throw the hat back to the river when a voice of the night said 'Wait! Give it to me! That is my hat!'. A gnome stepped in from the darkness with a lit lantern. Olf told gnome about the misery that the hat had brought to Sirendale. Gnome replied 'I know! I have come down this river from far away, and passed twelve villages and I have lost my harlequin stovepipe hat in every village. But finally they always give it back. I must continue my journey now to Sun Creek.' Olf returned to the village and there was a huge bonfire and the people were singing and dancing. They were crazy and everyone looked very happy. The good old atmosphere had restored in Sirendale, and they were eating like in harvesting party. It was a miraculous wonder that could not have happened without harlequin stovepipe hat, which belonged to the gnome. As the festival went on, nobody remembered the gnome who would probably lose his hat many times before arriving to Sun Creek.

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Library: Harlequin Stovepipe hat