A lone yellow coneman stands in the snows of Elcon, what has brought him here? Separated from his fellows. Yellow is a colour coneman feel is most fitting, for to a coneman fear being their companion, ever the threat of being eaten, helpless in fear, powers of telekinesis abandoned when that grips them, to be flighty yellow bellied is survival.

Yet, he is not afraid this moment, and though fearful, this coneman is one who prizes rationality, who would crown thought king, if not for the Baleful Revelation that all non villianous denizens obey, he might have worshipped it…

What thought does he have, this advocate of thinking? Other conemen might not know, but we outside the storybook can peer into the minds of others, to know what lurks in the minds of the denizens of Elcon! Behold!

Yellow Coneman: -I think I’ve been sitting in place too long, might have frost on my bum-