Becky has almost fallen asleep when a sharp wheeze penetrates through the branches of trees.

A sudden gust of wind tears her hat off her head and whisks it away to who-knows-where.

Oops, what now?

Mommy is always warning her that without a hat the sun can burn her painfully, even if she is in the shade!

Where is that darn thing?

How rude of you, wind!

She carefully gets out of hammock, crouches down and begins to explore the pine-needle covered ground with her hands.

“Ouch! That hurts!”

Her hat isn’t anywhere!

“Wind, give me back my hat!” pleads Becky, cautiously moving forward. Her hair feels the heat of the sun. She’s frightened. Where has it strayed to?

Mommy, Daddy, where are you?