I was doing the dishes last night and thought of this—don't ask how. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. Dunno if I'll continue this. You tell me.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Inheritance Cycle.
Angela walked into Grungy Gritty Grotto, which was a huge store stuffed to the rafters with magical paraphernalia.
She glanced around and saw a weird woman. The woman was short and plump with graying red locks. On top of this mess of unruly curls was a very . . . interesting hat. The hat was tall and a metallic gunmetal gray, lavender, and mint green swirled color. Frills stuck out at weird places.
Angela strode toward the lady and said, "May I have your hat?"
The woman glanced up from the blue glass vial she had been inspecting up to Angela, "My hat?"
"Yes, your hat."
"Why do you want my hat?" confusion was etched on her face.
"It reminds of my dearly departed Tasmanian devil."
"Tasmanian devil?!"
"Yes. Amsterdam Cookie, that was his name you know, was particularly devilish. Solembum took an awful dislike to the creature and that"—Angela snapped her fingers—"was that."
The woman stared at Angela in horror.
"I believe I'm going to cry now," Angels said before bursting into tears.
The woman's expression turned to pity and she hurriedly gave Angela the hat. "Never liked it anyway. Such a strange color."
Angela took the hat and hurried outside, smiling to herself. Blodhgarm was right. That had been fun. But what to do with the awfully ugly hat?
Well, that was admittedly very strange. Please review!