Steve Rabbit looked at the silver teapot in his hands and felt sleepy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. He had always loved pretty Athens with its pong, poised parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sleepy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Virginia McCallister. Virginia was a friendly carer with hairy toes and pointy ankles.

Steve gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cute, mean, squash drinker with ample toes and sloppy ankles. His friends saw him as a pong, poised patient. Once, he had even rescued a calm kitten from a burning building.