The Hat Festival

You think the hats we wear are vain frippery, do you? That we ought to have plain wool to cover our heads and nothing more? Let your elders explain to you where you have erred on this, the day of the hat festival.
Once upon a time, when the world had not quite settled in, the sun found itself discontented with its daily journey across the sky for this reason, that the scenery varied little from trip to trip. To relieve its boredom, the sun had recourse to a plan it thought sure to succeed, which was asking the creatures of the land to alter the appearance of their topmost regions, a request all would embrace, the sun believed, on account of their reverence for the celestial disc that made life possible.
It first approached the lions, whom it favored for their golden majesty. "We will not cut our manes or muddy them or dye them either, for we are proud of them," the lions said, and heeded the sun not at all, nor did other hairy beasts respect it more.
Next it beseeched the aurochs, whom it favored for their weight and respect for customs. "We will not trim our horns or shape them, for we have need of them as they are and do not think much of change in any case," the aurochs said, and all other horned beasts said the same and refused the sun's request.
All other creatures scorned the sun as well until finally it asked humans, whom before the sun despised because they hid their heads from it. "We will act in this way, o lord of the sky, that we will design all manner of head coverings and change them regularly, both individually and across entire societies, hoping the variety might please you." The humans kept their word and found such favor with the sun they became the rulers of all other creatures so that the beasts which scorned the sun had cause to regret what they had done, especially the aurochs.
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