Notes on lined paper regarding Graduation Hats. By Sheba. Wednesday. Afternoon.
The Graduation Hat must be manufactured on the moon due to the abundance of raw materials. The only material light enough and plentiful is lunar regolith, although its edges are sharp and must be contained in resin. The Hat must fly, also they must be so across and so down. Once they have been printed with digital receivers and anti-grav generators integrated and combined, they are thrown back to earth on a long parabolic trajectory, which brings them in safe and sound, about here.
Once received, they can be coloured and filled with design idea and graphic, but only total black is allowed, except the tassel, strangely. Even the tassel is restricted to seven colours.
So, there you have it, said the Interpreters, leave it or leave.
Fascinating, spoke Sheba, a hat that is, can it work as a deterrent? Will they fly in close tandem to prevent meteor strike or over provide hail cover?
She Sphinx came forwards, I shall never wear a hat, she state.
In all my, my head has been open to the stars and moon at darkness, whilst in day my head reflects the rays of the sun exact, do not make me.
Also, I have been to the moon ofttimes, to be alone. It is boring, continue Sphinx.
The moon is a place of great potential for us humans, said Sheba, but let us keep laser focused on mission and ferret out theses Hat designs. I have taken full notes and descriptions of these Graduation Squares. I have weighed and measured and made screenshot of the mode d’emploi, which seem to be in French. Let us return to Az with our sack load of hat design info and wow the others.
The Sphinx, half listening as always, reminisces, there once a hat I saw upon the moon, more of a jousting helmet really, although the face plate came of curved glass made. I thought this most impractical at the time, then, I am no expert. It had adorned small flashing lights and a heads-up data screen. By the by, I don’t think ferrets wear hats at all.
Helmet on the moon, said Sheba all of a doodah, can you take me?
Of course, Sphinx speaks again, I can fashion a safety field about your person to alleviate the cosmic rays and vacuum, but I cannot supply oxygen, how long can you hold your breath? I can hold mine until spring.
Can we do moon helmet discovery in a short distance? Asked Sheba.
We can, replied she Sphinx.
My breath will then suffice, let us be on our path.
They went to the moon.
The Guardians of the Cave 