Once there was a hat of the bucket variety.
It was of an ordinary nature.
“Standard” would’ve been an accurate word to describe it.
These days, the bucket hat is an item that invokes fear and respect.

During the great war against sensibilities, times were harsh on the battlefield.
Neither side had the edge and morale was dropping fast.
After much time spent in the struggle, first side devised a plan that would be devastating to the second side.

The began their plan. It was working greatly. The second side was dropping like flies. There was no hope.

A mysterious man stepped in through a rip in the fabric of space and threw his bucket hat into the sky, blocking out the sun and unleashing a plague of death upon the land until there was no choice but to end the war.

But that woud be a bit too dark, wouldn’t it?

A mysterious man stepped in through a rip in the fabric of space and threw his bucket hat into the sky, blocking out the sun and unleashing a raging herd of bison.
The first and second side had no choice but to put aside their differences and unite to fight this new, unbridled menace.

After great battling, the combined sides eventually came through. But it was not without great sacrifices, only realised as the mysterious man took the bucket hat left through the same rip he came through, leaving the sides to ride off into the sunset.

The Moral of the story is to not let your goats eat your corrugated iron roof.