Momentos a'plenty

The wolf fell for it hook, line and sinker. That was drunks for you. He questioned neither the wisdom of sending such a tiny bird after such a big hat nor any of the other little problems with the scenario as Armando laid it out. Instead the beast all but fell into Armando's hands as he went in for a "measurement".  Grabbing the hat by the brim, Armando made a point to make sure the outsides of his paws pushed down the inner rims of Artisan's ears as though he was getting a thorough 'feel' for the size of the canine's head. Overhead the frantic peeping of the tiny bird could be heard. To Artisan, Armando said, "Oh, she never listens!"

He pulled the hat from Artisan's head and put the rim of it into his mouth. "Ah be righ bahk." With that he then flung himself up into the nearest tree as though the little bird's life depending on it. There, once out of sight, he casually removed the hat from his mouth and put it back on his head. "Oh, my dear!" he yelled loud enough for Artisan to hear. "Look at the mess you made!" Still out of sight, he began to shake branches around as though digging through a hidden assortment of goods. In reality he was unwinding the wolf's jewelry from his person and stuffing it into a small bag.

After his bag was packed he stopped shaking the branches and took his hat off again- mentally kicking himself for not leaving the thing off until he was ready to leave. He peeked through the leaves, all but his face hidden, and said to Artisan, "Silly thing was wrapped in ribbons, but never mind that, I have the perfect size for you. It's in black too which will go nicely with your coat. What kind of ribbon would you like with it? Some kind of gold to match your fur? A teal, maybe? A handsome man like you deserves whatever you want. Just tell me the color and it's yours."