Jimmy was a soft, felt fedora who lived on the Professor’s head in the Library of Floating Curiosities.

Every morning, the Professor and Jimmy shared the same routine: they would bow to the dictionaries, tip to the encyclopedias, and settle in for a long, quiet read.

But one breezy morning, a curious gust of wind tickled the open window, snatched Jimmy right off the Professor’s head, and whisked him into the garden.

As Jimmy tumbled through the air, he felt quite light and rather worried, watching the dusty, book-filled study shrink into a tiny square of warm, golden light.