Mister Corn has left the cornfield and is on his way to the big wide world. However, because this world is so fast-moving and floods him with stimuli, he has put on sunglasses. He has his shell steadily in his hands, so that when he sees people he doesn't fancy, he can quickly pull them shut. According to the motto - if he can't see the person, the other person can't see him either. This sometimes leads to strange situations.
His hairstyle is the new shit in the corn community. An absolute trendsetter.
The HahaHabichtine must constantly rest due to her small rather unsuitable wings. With her small wings and the small fat reserves that have accumulated on the belly, she does not quite meet the beauty ideal of society. Her motto for this is: "I don't give a fuck". For lack of alternatives, she can often be seen on the fat concrete blocks in the city. She has also recently discovered the place on the heads of funny two-legged creatures, preferably on their beanies.
The Bananaflex often has back issues due to his stooped posture. That's why he likes to flex a bit on his chair and read the newspaper. That way he gives his sciatica a breather. At the moment he works in a factory on the assembly line, hence his complaints. He would like to switch to the company "bleibkind", because it is committed to fair working conditions. What else to say about Bananaflex? Ahh, he is single ;)
The mushroom stibiz observes with his telescope the more and more people who collect mushrooms in the forest. As soon as they discover a mushroom, the Pilzstibitz runs off and steals the tasty morsel from them at the last second.
The ibex can be observed mostly in the wild. It only stays where it is claustrophobic. Due to the steady growth of the residential population and the associated development of natural areas, the claustrophobic ibex is thriving. Despite the permanent stress due to its claustrophobia, it is constantly on the move with a bold smile.
The croissant is very good at concentrating on one thing. Most of the time he keeps an eye on his ice cream, making sure nothing drips on the floor. Occasionally he also stares at his mail and puts on a postman's cap. Because of his extremely high concentration on one particular thing (usually his ice cream), he is only dimly aware of his surroundings. What bothers him is that he is often mistaken for a made. He has taken such pains to define his five upper body parts.
The birds love to pile up. To feel really comfortable, they need a bird's foot on their face or a beak on their ass. They are a bit special, but are admired by the other birds for their differentness and are richly gifted with fish. They prefer to consume somewhat deformed, disproportionate fish, which are, however, rarely found in this "perfect world".