Stories are not fairy tales or folk lores. They are what make up our diffrent lives.

One story

A long time ago, a hatter stood in his store, and waited and waited. He waited hours and hours. When finally a lady came in and asked for a light blue hat with a lovely violet flower, and a kiss. 
The lady came in the next day asking for her hat. The hatter said “as you wish.”

The hatter took the hat out its place and gave it to the lady. The lady said.

“Oh, no, no, for this is not a light blue for this is teal. And this flower is not violet, its much too light, and Oh my! Why there is no kiss!”

The hatter looked at the women and nodded as he took the hat back to re-make it. Three days went by, the hatter was hard at work. When time was up he took the hat out of its place and handed it back to the lady.

The lady said. “For this is no hat i shall wear. The flower is much too light and the blue is not of the ocean. And tisk, tisk, there is still no kiss, upon my hat.”

The hatter looked up at the women and said “I will fix it indeed.”

Three more days pasted, and the hatter had been hard at work.

The lady walked in the store and the hatter held the hat out in front of him.

The lady said “My! What a lovely shade of blue, and the flower is oh, so magnificent! But oh dear there is still no kiss upon my hat!”

The hatter looked up at the lady and asked “Would you be so kind to tell me why you want a kiss upon your hat?” 

The lady looked up and said “The reason is, I am mad and have no reason for ordinary hats, I need one that is as mad as me. I only have known how to be mad.”

With that the hatter planted a kiss upon the hat and gave it to the women. The hatter had met that mad women, and wondered am i as mad as her to have done that? The hatter agrees that he was mad. And called himself the mad hatter, all because the lady wanted the one mad hat.

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