He loved hats. All different kinds. The weirder the better. The odd thing was that Henry didn’t like being noticed. He never liked being stared at or being the centre of attention either. But the hats. He just had to have them. Big, tentacled, pom pom ended, feather adorned hats of all shapes and sizes.
He just couldn’t get enough of them.
He even took to making his own unusual, smelly creations.
The insider loved them even more, happy that Henry had not yet noticed that he lived inside the gaping hole in his skull. He did like being noticed.