Puffed Up About Her Hat Again

Sandra was always puffed up about her fancy hats from the milliners. No one had complimented this beauty yet, but it was a matter of time. She knew several who would go nuts over it at church. A crow began to savagely attack the hat on the way into the sanctuary. By the time she got the crow off, a crowd had gathered. All of the feathers had been plucked off. It was no longer the beauty it had been, but we pretended it was marvelous to help her save face. We could laugh later, in our own homes about how pathetic it looked.