There was once a man that made a habit of walking on his hands. He was sort of a silly fellow, he wore a grey three-piece suit and top hat with a broad white stripe around the circumference. He liked to sing cheerful songs as he walked to work on his gloved hands. Whenever anyone asked about his odd hobby, he'd simply reply, "Why do you only walk on your feet, doesn't that get boring?" and walk on.

No one really understood this fellow.