It had become easier for Marty to move around in the world recently. Everyone assumed he was just like all the others. Except for the hat. That silly pointed hat.

It wasn’t a hat of course. It was a horn. But it couldn’t be a horn, because horses don’t have horns. So it became (to them) the only thing it could be. There goes Marty, they’d say, the silly-hatted horse.

Marty was worried the little girl was on to him though. Her name was Occam, and she kept trying to take off his hat.

She was sm...