Take a hat a nice hat the kind with a feather and not covered in too much cat hair, and take that nice felt hat and roll it around the third to the innermost ring of Saturn, not too quickly, just fast enough to circumnavigate the planet twice in thirty years, then, at the end of the thirtieth year, grab the hat as it finishes its second revolution and twirl it straight up onto your head in one fluid motion. The specks and sparkles of dist and ice that glitter off into space from the hat-halo atop your head are real, real pretty.

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