Bad Hats

I wrote another book in grade school. It was called, "The Hat That Goes Looking for a Face." Imagine turning the whole fashion world on it's ear at age seven, but that's what I did.
The story followed a Hat that was looking for a face to complete it - to make it into something identifiable. I suppose if it were just a hat, it might as well live in a box, but with a face - it could live, be part of something, see the world - even if only everyone assumed it an inanimate, superfluous decoration.
The Hat finds many faces and goes through the process of trying on several. None are good until it finally finds one it likes. And there it is on the page in my skilled, seven-year-old style of drawing (we had to illustrate the books as well as write them). It's a wholeheartedly ordinary face with nothing that makes it distinct or unique at all other than the fact that it is proportionate to the hat - neither detracting or enhancing.
Well . . . none of the Hat's friends or relatives approves of Hat's choice. They say, "That's a horrible face" or "That face isn't you at all!" The Hat is discouraged, disappointed, annoyed and very sad. But despite their comments, Hat has made it's choice.
The story ends with the Hat unable to comprehend why those around it don't recognize the only face that it's comfortable being with. The Hat loves the nondescript face it chose and determines to keep it - despite the fact that everyone else hates it. The Hat knows who it is even if nobody else does and resigns to live a life of unmet expectations and disapproval knowing that this is the path it has to follow. There's simply no choice.

It's a heavy story for a seven year-old.