Every day, when I’m on a bus, I see a fairly strange man (who sits in the back of the bus) with a small-cap that was pure black. I don’t mind him, but one day, he had a red cap on, so when he walked out of the bus, I silently followed him until he got to his house. It was rickety and broken down. It looked like the old school shed. He went inside and closed the shed. 

I crept in and I saw out of amazement thousands of different colored caps all in one room…