“Where are you going in such a hurry?” the queen asked.
“A weasel chased us from our home. I must find shelter for my family before nightfall.” The shrew looked at the princess. “Her bonnet is too big for her, but it would make a perfect nest for my little ones.”
“I’m sorry,” the queen said. “It is not mine to give. It was a gift from the king.” She pulled off her own hat. “You can have mine if you like. I made it myself.”
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