I retrieved the hat from the closet. Sitting cross legged on the floor I picked up each shard of mirror piece by piece, and carefully placed them mirror side down in the hat.
The sun was setting in the west, painting the few clouds a radiant orange, but I never notice, so intent was I on getting every sliver of glass into the hat. When I finished I looked up and was surprised to see it was full dark outside.
I turned my rocking chair to face the window. There I sat, hat in hand, waiting for I didn't know what. Then I heard it, the squawk of a grocery store cart being pushed down the street. I glanced at the clock on the mantel. It was 8:14. The man behind the pushcart had to Crazy Herold, at least that's what everyone called him.
Herold was a homeless bum. He roamed the streets everyday in search of anything of value he could find in the dumpsters of the city. An idea came to me, full born. Hat in hand I went to the door.
Standing outside in the cool night air, I waited for Crazy Herold. When he was near the stoop of my apartment, I called out to him. He swiveled his head, almost in full circle, before he spotted me on the top step. "Aye, you called me?" he said in a voice that sounded like rock rubbing against rock.
I said, "I did, Herold. I have a gift for you."
"Can I eat it?"
"No. What it is, is a magic hat.'
"Taint no such thing as magic." Herold rumbled.
"Ah, you're right. I should speak clearer," I said. "What I meant was there is a magic mirror in this hat, and it has captured a Leprechaun."