The case of the missing adorable little hat - Part II

After the park, we walked into the pedestrian area. One of our favorite activities is chasing pigeons. Then, on to a pizza place that Liane Croce, our landlady, had recommended. In the pizza place I noticed, to my horror, that the little hat was missing. It wasn't stuck in Mirella's hood, or in any of the 31 pockets in the stroller. I was very afraid that we had lost it in the playground, which was a little walk back uphill. I cleverly remembered having taken this picture, which clearly shows the hat present in the cathedral square, on the head of its rightful owner. So we retraced our steps and, sure enough, there it was.

While walking home I happened to notice the same hat flying, not tumbling, out of the side of the stroller. Circumstantial evidence and various eyewitness reports (well, actually, only mine) suggest that this was not an accident but the local questore seems reluctant to prosecute.