Adrian looked at the giant hat in his hands and felt ecstatic. He walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. He had always loved dirty Berlin with its jolly, jittery jungle. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ecstatic.

He gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a grateful, adorable, whiskey drinker with feathery fingers. His friends saw him as a delicious, dripping hero. Once, he had even rescued a grieving baby flamingo from a burning building.