Happy Hat
When I was about 16 my best friend and I used to be regulars at a certain club in our town.
It was a very smelly place with stalagtites growing from the ceiling and floors which dissolved your shoes.
On one particular night I came across a person wearing a party hat. I thought it was a strange thing to wear in a club, then forgot about it.
A little later in the night I saw a different person wearing the same hat. Then later on a different person again.
I soon realised that this hat seemed to be passed on from person to person and also that everyone who wore it looked immensly happy.
I asked around, trying to find out more information about this magical head-wear but no-one appeared to know where it came from or why it was so special.
All they did know was its name.
Happy Hat.
From that moment I knew that I had to wear it!

I began my quest, desperately trying to grasp my prize but everytime it came within my reach, it was passed on again.
After a while I gave up hope. It was just too hard, I'd have to live with the fact that I'd never have my life fulfilled.
But as I returned to my friends I realised that they had the hat! I was overcome with joy! I would finally have this wonderful item and I knew that it would be the happiest moment of my life.

But what I didn't know at this point was that my friend who had the hat had been drinking all night.
And that she had been feeling fairly sick for a while now.
And that she was too considerate to empty the contents of her stomach onto the already grotty floor.
And that is the story of how Happy Hat became Sick Bucket.
( Mellicious is made of candy, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 14:30, Reply)