It seems from his gait that his brim propels him forward, so broad that it feels almost ungenerous not to declare a new postcode for it. So broad it almost obscures the huge smile that decorates his face as he clatters through the tunnel, echoed feet announcing his arrival as effectively as boomgates. So broad, but not quite broad enough. The grin toot-toots us all as we pass in the opposite direction.
Stardust Becoming 