One windy afternoon, I saw a bright red hat flying through the air like a little bird.
I ran fast, arms outstretched, trying to catch it before it landed on the ground.
The hat twirled and spun, almost touching the tree branches and the rooftops.
With a big jump and a happy shout, I caught the hat just before it flew away.
I put it on my head, feeling proud and a little like a superhero.
The wind kept blowing, but my hat stayed safe, like it was meant to be mine.
Catching the flying hat was the best game I played all day.
Now, every time the wind blows, I hope for another hat to chase and catch!