Hernley Grouses and Gripes

I wanted a larger sombrero, the spoiled child said. Weird since she had a ten-gallon hat on her head That’s all you are getting, her mother said sternly. But she kept grousing and griping, this child named Hernly. Her grandmother said “Fine, I will take the hat as my own.” Hernly had such a fit, she was soon all alone Except for her old-school grandmother who had a flyswatter. What are you doing? Asked the naïve spoiled granddaughter.