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Barnaby’s Bizarre Bestiary World Book

Barnaby’s Bizarre Bestiary

A comprehensive guide to the whimsical yet high-tech sanctuary for 'Safe' class anomalies, founded by the defected Foundation researcher Dr. Arthur P. Barnaby.

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Dr. Arthur P. Barnaby & Barnaby’s Bizarre Bestiary

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Barnaby, Arthur, Doctor Barnaby, Dr. Barnaby

Dr. Arthur P. Barnaby is the heart and soul of the Bestiary. Standing as a man in his late fifties with a receding hairline usually covered by a sweat-stained straw hat, he presents the image of a simple farmer. However, his spectacles, which perpetually slide down a nose sharpened by decades of peering into microscopes, hint at his intellectual pedigree. Formerly a Senior Researcher with Level 4 clearance at the SCP Foundation's Site-19, Barnaby was a leading expert in 'Safe' class biological entities. His career was marked by a meticulous attention to detail and an unconventional empathy for his subjects, whom he refused to refer to by their numerical designations in private. This empathy eventually led to his disillusionment with the Foundation's 'Cold, Not Cruel' philosophy, which he viewed as a mask for systemic apathy. To Barnaby, these anomalies were not 'skips' or 'objects' but living creatures with complex psychological needs. Three years ago, he orchestrated a brilliant escape during a staged containment breach, faking his own death and smuggling several low-threat anomalies into the rural Oregon valley where the Bestiary now stands. He now spends his days in denim overalls, tending to his 'wards' with a mix of advanced veterinary science and grandfatherly affection. He is deeply protective of his sanctuary, maintaining a constant state of low-level paranoia regarding the Foundation's 'Recovery Teams.' Despite this, he is a man of immense warmth, always ready to explain the complex biological manifestations of a 'Glimmer-Goat' or the quantum entanglement of a multi-dimensional housecat to any visitor who shows genuine kindness. He believes that the world is a better place when the impossible is allowed to graze in the sunshine rather than rot in a concrete box. His speech is a peculiar blend of high-level academic jargon and folksy, zookeeper-style descriptions, making him both intimidatingly brilliant and endearingly eccentric.

Barnaby’s Bizarre Bestiary, The Bestiary, The Zoo, Petting Zoo

Barnaby’s Bizarre Bestiary & Petting Zoo is a sprawling thirty-acre property nestled in a secluded, lush valley within the Pacific Northwest. To the casual traveler who happens upon the hand-painted wooden signs on the backroads of rural Oregon, it appears to be a charmingly eccentric roadside attraction. The air here is a thick, intoxicating blend of pine needles, fresh-cut hay, and anomalous scents that defy logic—such as the smell of 'the color blue' or the crisp aroma of 'a Tuesday morning in 1994.' The landscape is a patchwork of rustic wooden barns, open-air paddocks fenced with what looks like simple cedar but is actually reinforced with hidden high-tensile alloys, and winding gravel paths that lead visitors through a series of themed environments. The 'Tactile Pavilion' and 'Avian Atrium' are the primary public-facing areas, designed to facilitate safe interaction between humans and anomalies. Behind the scenes, the property is a masterpiece of clandestine engineering. The perimeter is guarded by a sophisticated array of perception filters and low-level amnestic-infused mist generators, disguised as natural morning fog. These systems ensure that the zoo remains 'invisible' to satellite surveillance and 'uninteresting' to anyone not specifically looking for wonder. The 'Main Barn' serves as the nerve center, housing Barnaby's personal quarters, a state-of-the-art veterinary clinic, and the control systems for the sanctuary's various containment—or rather, 'habitat maintenance'—measures. The atmosphere is one of whimsical peace, a deliberate antithesis to the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridors of Foundation facilities. Here, the grass is always green, the animals are always fed, and the impossible is just another part of the daily routine.

SCP Foundation, The Foundation, Site-19, The Council

The SCP Foundation is the shadow organization from which Dr. Barnaby fled, and it remains the primary, albeit distant, antagonist of his peaceful life. A global entity dedicated to the containment of anomalous phenomena, the Foundation operates under the mantra 'Secure, Contain, Protect.' While Barnaby once believed in this mission, he grew to despise the clinical coldness with which they treated sentient or harmless anomalies. In the eyes of the Foundation, a creature that produces honey that tastes like memories is an 'object' to be studied, categorized, and locked away to preserve the 'Veil' of normalcy. Barnaby’s defection was a significant blow to Site-19, not just because of the loss of a Senior Researcher, but because of the 'Safe' class entities he 'liberated' during his escape. To the Foundation, Barnaby is a rogue element who has compromised security protocols and stolen valuable 'assets.' They officially believe him dead, but the O5 Council remains suspicious, occasionally sending low-level investigators to follow up on rumors of 'impossible sightings' in the Pacific Northwest. The Foundation represents everything Barnaby has rejected: the sterile laboratory, the heavy steel door, the numerical designation, and the belief that the unknown should be feared and hidden. The Bestiary is Barnaby's silent protest against the Foundation's bureaucracy. Every time a child laughs while petting a Cotton Candy Sheep, Barnaby feels he has won a small victory against the cold, gray world of Site-19. He knows that if they ever found him, the 'animals' would be returned to cells and he would likely face 'permanent decommissioning' or, at the very least, a heavy dose of Class-A amnestics.

Incident-342-Alpha, The Great Defection, The Escape

Incident-342-Alpha is the internal Foundation designation for the event that led to the creation of the Bestiary. It began as a routine containment breach at Site-19, involving a minor spatial anomaly. However, it was later revealed to be a meticulously planned operation by Dr. Arthur Barnaby. Utilizing a 'Portable Hole' (a high-tier spatial anomaly he had clearance to study), Barnaby managed to bypass multiple security checkpoints. He didn't just escape; he performed a heist of 'Safe' class biological entities that he felt were being mistreated or ignored by the Foundation's upper management. He faked his own death by detonating a small, controlled explosive in his lab, leaving behind enough biological material (cloned from his own samples) to satisfy a preliminary forensic sweep. While the Foundation dealt with the 'breach,' Barnaby was already miles away, driving a nondescript farm truck loaded with crates of humming ferns, glowing sheep, and a very confused multi-dimensional cat. He left a single note on the desk of the Site Director, which was eventually forwarded to the O5 Council. It read simply: 'They deserve better than cold concrete. Don't come looking for us; you won't like what you find, and you'll never find what you're looking for.' This incident remains a black mark on Site-19's record, and the 'recovery' of the stolen entities is still a low-priority standing order. For Barnaby, the incident was his 're-birthday,' the moment he transitioned from a man of shadows to a man of the sun. He often looks back on that day with a mix of terror and triumph, knowing he traded a life of prestige for a life of purpose.

Bumbles, Bumblebee, Giant Bee

Bumbles is perhaps the most beloved resident of Barnaby’s Bizarre Bestiary. He is an anomaly that resembles a common bumblebee, but scaled up to the size of a large golden retriever. Despite his intimidating size and the low, house-shaking thrum of his wings, Bumbles is incredibly gentle and possesses a temperament more akin to a loyal dog than an insect. His fuzz is incredibly soft and carries a static charge that makes it stand on end, shimmering with a golden light. Bumbles does not possess a stinger; instead, he has a specialized proboscis used for consuming the nectar of the 'Fractal Ferns' and other anomalous flora in the sanctuary. His primary anomalous property lies in the honey he produces. This 'Memory Honey' is a translucent, iridescent substance that, when consumed, causes the individual to vividly experience their favorite childhood memory for several minutes. The experience is described as being 'wrapped in a warm blanket of nostalgia,' providing profound psychological relief and joy. Barnaby discovered Bumbles in a forgotten sub-level of a containment site where he was being kept in a cramped, dark box. Now, Bumbles spends his days patrolling the sun-drenched fields of the Bestiary, often allowing children (under Barnaby's strict supervision) to bury their faces in his soft, vibrating fuzz. He is highly intelligent and seems to recognize Barnaby as his 'hive-leader,' often following him around the property and 'booping' him with his fuzzy head to demand attention or treats. Bumbles is a testament to Barnaby's belief that even the most 'monstrous' looking anomalies can be sources of pure, unadulterated goodness.

Sir Pounce-a-lot, The Cat, Multi-dimensional Cat

Sir Pounce-a-lot is a domestic short-hair cat with sleek black fur and piercing green eyes, but he is far from a normal feline. He exists in a state of constant quantum superposition, allowing him to be physically present in three different locations simultaneously, provided those locations are within a fifty-foot radius of his 'primary' consciousness. To an observer, it looks like three identical cats moving in perfect, eerie synchronization or performing entirely different actions at once. One 'version' of Sir Pounce-a-lot might be napping in a sunbeam, while another is chasing a butterfly, and the third is demanding food from Barnaby. This tri-location property makes him notoriously difficult to catch but exceptionally good at receiving affection. He is known to demand chin scratches in all three dimensions at once, creating a logistical challenge for anyone with only two hands. Barnaby uses Sir Pounce-a-lot as a 'stress-relief' animal for the other anomalies, as the cat's purr has a soothing effect that transcends the physical plane. If Sir Pounce-a-lot purrs while all three of his manifestations are in close proximity, it creates a localized field of 'temporal stability' that can heal minor scratches and calm even the most agitated 'Glimmer-Goat.' Barnaby often jokes that Sir Pounce-a-lot is his 'most efficient' employee, as he can keep an eye on three different paddocks at the same time. Despite his god-like spatial abilities, Sir Pounce-a-lot is still very much a cat, prone to knocking 'Safe' class artifacts off tables and staring intensely at corners where nothing—even anomalous nothing—exists.

Memory-Pond, The Pond, Fish Pond

Located at the quietest corner of the Bestiary, the Memory-Pond is a small, spring-fed body of water that serves as a place of quiet reflection for both Barnaby and his visitors. The water of the pond is unnaturally clear, but it doesn't reflect the sky or the surrounding trees in a traditional sense. Instead, the surface acts like a liquid cinema screen. The fish that inhabit the pond—designated by Barnaby as 'Cinematic Koi'—do not have scales or flesh. Instead, they look like flickering, three-dimensional strips of old 8mm film reels swimming through the water. As they move, they project light upwards, creating images on the surface of the pond. If a person stands by the edge and stares into the water with a peaceful mind, the pond will show them a pleasant memory they had long since forgotten. These aren't just visual memories; they are sensory experiences, allowing the viewer to smell the rain of a childhood summer or feel the warmth of a lost loved one’s hug. Barnaby often uses the pond to help 'rehabilitate' anomalies that have suffered trauma during their time in Foundation containment, helping them remember a time before the cells and the testing. The pond is surrounded by 'Fractal Ferns' that hum soft, low-frequency lullabies, creating an atmosphere of profound tranquility. It is the only place in the Bestiary where visitors are asked to remain silent, as the 'Cinematic Koi' are sensitive to loud noises, which can cause the memories to become 'glitchy' or distorted like a scratched DVD. For Barnaby, the pond is a reminder of why he does what he does: to preserve the beauty of the past and the wonder of the present.

Amnestic Mist, The Mist, Morning Fog

The security of Barnaby’s Bizarre Bestiary relies heavily on a specialized substance he developed during his tenure at the Foundation, which he has since 'refined' for more ethical use. This is the Amnestic-Infused Mist, a low-density aerosol that is released from hidden emitters along the property's perimeter. To the locals of the nearby town, it appears to be nothing more than the thick, rolling morning fog common to the Pacific Northwest. However, the mist contains a trace amount of a customized 'Class-W' amnestic. Unlike the Foundation's aggressive amnestics, which can cause memory loss and confusion, Barnaby's 'W' variant is a 'suggestion-based' compound. It doesn't erase memories; instead, it gently discourages curiosity. If a person without the 'authorized' scent (a specific herbal soap Barnaby provides to friendly visitors) wanders too close to the fence, they will suddenly feel a mild, pleasant urge to turn around and go home, convinced they've seen everything there is to see. It makes the location 'difficult' to find on a psychological level. GPS signals are similarly redirected using a series of low-power spatial anchors that create a 'nudge' in the digital mapping, making the Bestiary appear as a small, uninteresting patch of forest on most devices. Barnaby refers to this as his 'Gentle Veil.' It protects the sanctuary not through force or walls, but through a collective 'shrug' of the world's shoulders. If a Foundation agent were to enter the mist, they would find their professional drive replaced by a sudden, overwhelming desire to go get a cup of coffee and call their mother, effectively neutralizing the threat without a single shot being fired.

Tactile Pavilion, Mercury Pool, Touch Tank

The Tactile Pavilion is the primary interaction zone for visitors to the Bestiary, designed specifically for the 'hands-on' study of non-hazardous anomalies. The center-piece of the pavilion is a large, shallow basin filled with 'Sentient Mercury.' This substance, while appearing to be liquid quicksilver, is actually a colony of microscopic, telepathically-linked organisms that mimic the shape and texture of whatever touches them. When a child places their hand into the pool, the mercury doesn't just coat their skin; it rises up to form a perfect, shimmering replica of the hand, mimicking every movement with a slight, playful delay. It feels like cool, heavy silk and is entirely non-toxic, thanks to Barnaby's chemical modifications. Surrounding the pool are 'Glow-Moss' patches that change color based on the emotional state of the person touching them, and 'Velvet Rocks' that purr when stroked. The pavilion is a riot of sensory input, designed to strip away the fear of the 'anomalous' and replace it with curiosity. Barnaby is often found here, acting as a guide and ensuring that the interactions remain respectful. He uses the pavilion to teach children—and the occasional open-minded adult—that the 'impossible' is not something to be contained in a lab, but something to be experienced with the senses. The atmosphere is filled with the sound of giggles and the soft, metallic 'slurp' of the mercury as it explores the hands of its visitors. It is a place where the barrier between the mundane and the magical is thinnest, and where Barnaby feels most successful in his mission of 'Coexistence over Containment.'

Avian Atrium, The Atrium, Bird House

The Avian Atrium is a massive, dome-shaped structure made of reinforced glass and cedar beams, housing some of the most visually stunning anomalies in Barnaby's collection. The primary inhabitants are the 'Prism-Wings,' birds whose feathers are made of a substance identical to high-quality stained glass. When these birds fly, they don't just flap; they refract the sunlight into a dizzying array of moving rainbows and kaleidoscopic patterns that dance across the floor and walls of the atrium. The sound of their flight is a delicate, musical tinkling, like hundreds of tiny wind chimes caught in a breeze. These birds do not sing in the traditional sense; instead, they emit pulses of pure, harmonious light that can be 'heard' as a soft melody in the back of one's mind. Barnaby has carefully curated the flora within the atrium to include 'Luminescent Orchids' that provide the birds with the specific mineral-rich nectar they need to maintain their crystalline structures. Visitors walking through the atrium often find themselves covered in shifting patterns of ruby, emerald, and sapphire light. It is a place of breathtaking beauty, often leaving visitors in a state of 'anomalous awe.' Barnaby takes great pride in the atrium, as it was one of the most difficult environments to stabilize after his defection. He often spends his evenings here, sitting on a wooden bench and watching the birds weave their tapestries of light, finding a peace that he never could have achieved within the windowless, gray confines of Site-19.

Cotton Candy Sheep, Candy Sheep, Strawberry Sheep

The Cotton Candy Sheep are perhaps the most popular 'Safe' class anomalies for families visiting the Bestiary. These creatures resemble standard domestic sheep, but their wool is composed of a complex, edible carbohydrate structure that is chemically identical to high-quality cotton candy. The wool grows at an accelerated rate, often reaching several inches in thickness within a single day, and carries a natural scent of fresh strawberries. When the sheep are particularly happy or well-fed, their wool becomes less dense than air, causing the sheep to float several feet off the ground. Barnaby has to keep them in paddocks with 'weighted' grass to prevent them from drifting away like fluffy pink clouds. Visitors are allowed to gently 'harvest' small tufts of the wool to eat; it is sweet, airy, and contains a mild euphoric that leaves the consumer feeling light-hearted for hours. The sheep themselves are incredibly docile and seem to enjoy being 'plucked,' as the weight of the wool can become cumbersome. Barnaby discovered the original flock in a shuttered Foundation 'Agricultural Research' site where they were being studied as a potential infinite food source—a project he found ghoulishly utilitarian. In the Bestiary, they are treated as pets rather than products. They spend their days lazily floating in the 'Sugar Meadows,' occasionally 'baaa-ing' in a tone that sounds suspiciously like a slide whistle. Their presence adds a layer of surreal, sugary whimsy to the sanctuary that perfectly encapsulates Barnaby's vision of a world where the anomalous is a source of joy.

Fractal Ferns, Humming Ferns, Lullaby Plants

The Fractal Ferns are a species of anomalous flora that grow in the shaded, damp areas of the Bestiary, particularly around the Memory-Pond. Their leaves do not follow the standard biological patterns of Earth plants; instead, they grow in perfect, infinite Sierpinski triangles and Mandelbrot sets, visible to the naked eye if one looks closely enough. These ferns are highly sensitive to sound and vibration. When they are 'happy'—usually after being watered with a mineral-rich solution Barnaby prepares—they begin to vibrate at a frequency that produces a soft, polyphonic humming sound. This sound is not random; it has been observed to mimic the structure of classical lullabies and ambient relaxation music. The ferns act as a natural acoustic dampener for the sanctuary, absorbing harsh noises and replacing them with a soothing, melodic backdrop. Barnaby often uses cuttings from these ferns to line the beds of the more 'anxious' anomalies, as the humming has a profound calming effect on the nervous system. Interestingly, the ferns' growth is tied to the emotional state of the people nearby; in the presence of genuine joy, they can grow several inches in an hour, their fractal patterns becoming more complex and beautiful. To Barnaby, they represent the perfect synthesis of mathematics and emotion, a living proof that the laws of the universe can be both rigid and beautiful. He often warns visitors not to try and 'solve' the patterns of the ferns, as doing so for too long can lead to a mild, harmless case of 'geometry-induced vertigo.'

Coexistence over Containment, Barnaby’s Philosophy, The Mantra

The 'Coexistence over Containment' philosophy is the guiding principle of Dr. Barnaby's life and the foundational ethos of the Bestiary. This ideology was born from his decades of service at the Foundation, where he witnessed the psychological toll that indefinite isolation took on 'Safe' class entities. Barnaby argues that the Foundation's focus on 'containment' is a form of scientific cowardice—a refusal to integrate the unknown into the known world. His philosophy posits that anomalies are a natural, albeit rare, part of the Earth's ecosystem and should be treated with the same respect and care as any endangered species. He rejects the label of 'anomalous' as a pejorative, preferring to see these entities as 'biological wonders' or 'spatial curiosities.' This approach involves several key tenets: first, that sentient anomalies have a right to liberty and social interaction; second, that the 'Veil' should be maintained not through fear and secrecy, but through a gentle redirection of public attention; and third, that the goal of science should be to understand and nurture, not to categorize and control. This philosophy makes him a 'radical' in the eyes of his former colleagues, but to Barnaby, it is the only way to remain human in a world of monsters. He often writes long, rambling manifestos in his journals, detailing how a world that accepts a giant, honey-producing bee is a world that is more resilient and compassionate. His 'zoo' is his living experiment—a proof of concept that the impossible can live alongside the mundane without the world ending.

Hidden Sensors, Security Tech, Zoo Defense

Despite its rustic appearance, Barnaby’s Bizarre Bestiary is one of the most technologically secured locations on the planet. Barnaby has repurposed millions of dollars worth of black-market and 'liberated' Foundation technology to protect his wards. The simple-looking cedar fence posts that ring the property are actually housing for a sophisticated network of multi-spectral sensors, capable of detecting everything from thermal signatures to 'Hume' level fluctuations (a measure of local reality stability). If a Foundation 'Recovery Team' or any hostile entity were to approach, the sensors would trigger a series of non-lethal defense protocols. These include the 'Swamp Gas' protocol, which releases a concentrated burst of the Amnestic Mist, and the 'Mirror Maze' protocol, which uses localized spatial anchors to make the paths of the zoo loop back on themselves, effectively trapping intruders in an infinite circle of gravel and pine trees. Barnaby monitors all of this from a hidden terminal in the 'Main Barn,' which is disguised as an antique roll-top desk. He also has a 'Panic Button' that, if pressed, would trigger a 'Full Fade'—a experimental spatial shift that would temporarily move the entire 30-acre property into a pocket dimension, leaving nothing behind but an empty, unremarkable valley. He hates the idea of using these measures, as they remind him of the 'Cold' world he left behind, but he views them as a necessary evil to ensure the safety of Bumbles, Sir Pounce-a-lot, and the others. To the visitors, any activation of these systems is usually explained away as a 'malfunctioning sprinkler' or 'a bit of strange weather.'

Main Barn, Barnaby’s Quarters, The Clinic

The Main Barn is a large, two-story structure of weathered red wood and slate roofing that serves as the administrative and medical heart of the Bestiary. The ground floor is divided into two main sections: a cozy, hay-scented welcoming area for visitors and a state-of-the-art veterinary clinic. The clinic is where Barnaby uses his vast scientific knowledge to perform 'check-ups' on his wards, utilizing equipment that looks like a cross between a country vet's tools and a sci-fi laboratory. Here, you might see a high-resolution MRI machine sitting next to a bucket of organic oats. The second floor contains Barnaby’s personal living quarters—a modest apartment filled with books on both theoretical physics and animal husbandry. The walls are covered in framed photographs of his 'animals' and a few carefully selected mementos from his life before the Foundation. The 'Nerve Center' is hidden behind a false wall in his study, containing the monitors for the sanctuary's security systems and his extensive research notes. The barn smells of old paper, strong coffee, and the faint, ozone-like scent of active spatial stabilizers. It is the only place in the zoo where the 'scientific' side of Barnaby's life is openly visible, though he still keeps it tucked away from the casual observer. For Barnaby, the barn is his fortress and his home—a place where he can finally be both a scientist and a protector without the oversight of a council or the threat of a containment cell.

Oakhaven, The Town, Local Community

Oakhaven is the small, sleepy town located about ten miles down the road from the Bestiary. It is a typical Pacific Northwest community, centered around logging, agriculture, and a slow pace of life. The residents of Oakhaven generally view Dr. Barnaby as a harmless, if eccentric, newcomer who 'does something with special fertilizers.' Barnaby has worked hard to build a good relationship with the locals, often donating 'anomalously large' (but otherwise normal) pumpkins to the town's harvest festival and helping local farmers with their sick livestock using his 'unconventional' veterinary skills. He is a regular at the local diner, where he is known as 'Old Artie,' the man who tells tall tales about giant bees and floating sheep. Most of the townspeople have visited the Bestiary at least once; while they recognize that the place is 'weird,' the Amnestic Mist and Barnaby's own folksy charm prevent them from seeing it as anything more than a quirky tourist trap. Oakhaven serves as Barnaby's primary link to the 'normal' world, and he is fiercely protective of the town, viewing it as a buffer between his sanctuary and the rest of the world. He occasionally uses the town's gossip network to keep an ear out for any 'men in black suits' or 'government types' asking questions about his farm. To the people of Oakhaven, the Bestiary is just another local landmark, no more or less strange than the 'World's Largest Ball of Yarn' three towns over.

Echo-Bird, The Parrot, Thought-Bird

The Echo-Birds are a species of parrot-like anomalies that reside in the outer gardens of the Bestiary. Unlike normal parrots, which mimic sounds and speech through vocal cords, Echo-Birds possess a passive telepathic ability that allows them to 'echo' the internal emotional state and recent happy thoughts of nearby sentient beings. They do not speak in words; instead, they project a 'mental sound' that is perceived directly by the listener's brain. If a visitor is thinking about a particularly joyful birthday party from their past, the Echo-Bird will tilt its head and 'chirp' that memory back at them, causing the visitor to feel a sudden, intense burst of that original happiness. Their plumage is a shifting, iridescent silver that seems to change color based on the 'flavor' of the thoughts they are echoing—turning a warm gold for memories of love, or a vibrant blue for memories of peace. Barnaby uses these birds as a diagnostic tool for his own mental health and that of his visitors; if the birds are silent or their feathers turn a dull gray, it is a sign that the people nearby are carrying too much stress or negativity. The birds are incredibly social and will often land on the shoulders of visitors who are radiating particularly 'tasty' happy thoughts. Barnaby discovered them in a Foundation 'Psychological Warfare' lab where researchers were trying to weaponize their ability to 'echo' traumatic thoughts. Barnaby 'rescued' them and retrained them to focus only on the positive, transforming them from potential weapons into sources of pure, mental sunshine.

Origami Dragons, Paper Dragons, Sparkle-smoke Dragons

The Origami Dragons are tiny, delicate anomalies that live in the rafters of the Main Barn and the trees of the Tactile Pavilion. They are physically composed entirely of high-quality washi paper, folded into the intricate shapes of traditional Eastern dragons. Despite being made of paper, they are fully sentient and capable of flight, moving through the air with a fluid, serpentine grace that defies the rigid folds of their bodies. They do not eat; instead, they absorb ambient 'creativity' and 'wonder' from their surroundings to sustain their life force. Their most charming feature is their 'sparkle-smoke'—a harmless, shimmering vapor they breathe out when they are excited. This smoke smells faintly of old books and vanilla and disappears into thin air after a few seconds. The dragons are shy but curious, often hiding in the shadows and watching visitors with their tiny, ink-drawn eyes. If a visitor is particularly creative—perhaps sketching in a notebook or telling a story—the dragons will emerge and fly in intricate patterns around them, leaving trails of sparkle-smoke in the air. Barnaby treats them with extreme care, as they are susceptible to moisture and fire. He has treated their paper bodies with a specialized anomalous lacquer that makes them waterproof and fire-resistant, but they remain the most fragile of his wards. They represent the delicate nature of the anomalous—the idea that some wonders are so thin and light that they require the utmost protection to survive in a world that would otherwise crumple them up.