Caps for Sale

`` `Caps! Caps for sale! Fifty cents a cap!` calls the peddler, walking up and down the streets. He balances a huge stack of caps on his head-gray, brown, blue, and red-all piled on his own checked cap. One day he stops under a tree to take a nap. When he wakes up, the gray, brown, blue, and red caps have all disappeared! The only one left is his own checked cap. Where on earth can the others be?`` Difficulty: average Soft 48p
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