As I walked through the door I saw a hat on the table. I said what is that hat doing on the table? The hat was a broad brim blue hat and had feathers sticking out of the top. It was hideous. Why on earth would my sister go out and buy that hat of all hats. That thing had to go in the bin, and be gone for good. It was my job to do that. As I approached the hat I realised my sister put an alarm system on it, so there was no way I was getting to it.