It gives me great pleasure to present to you the adventures of the legendary Chris Adventure

There are more than 20 extant tales featuring Chris, one of whose primary influences is dance.
Here is one, entitled Kaiser Bun

Kaiser Bun

We are not the agents of our own birth. Chris pondered this sentence, the opening line of an essay by Challey Lukkena, mystic and inventor who lived one floor above Chris. He had seen her at various society functions and read about her in the papers. Having always admired Dr Lukkena, he was delighted that she had come to live in his building. He was so honoured by her presence that he turned a blind eye to the rather suspicious goings on at Flat 16b. Chris had heard noises late at night, a dull drone like a vacuum cleaner but lower in pitch and what sounded like a heavy objects being pushed or rolled back and forth across the floor. Through the peep hole in his door, he had observed groups of people dressed in surgeon’s robes going up and down the stairs in the early hours of the morning.
One Monday, he bumped into Dr Lukkena in the baker’s. She was wearing a loose-fitting black suit, somewhat faded, over a leopard-print blouse. She had beads in her hair and an amber amulet around her neck. Lukkena gave him a haughty stare through huge tinted glasses, a faint smile playing around her thin lips. Chris was at a loss what to say. He knew she wasn’t one for small talk so he bowed, left the shop without buying any bread and went and sat on an iron bench in the park. After a minute or so, he became aware of a bulge in his overcoat pocket and fished out a paper bag. It contained a Kaiser bun, a German style hard bread roll.
Later that afternoon, he took one of her books from his bookcase. Its title had intrigued him over the years, but he had never got beyond the first two pages. “Appropriate Animals — The Banquet of Midwives” was written in opaque prose and the first page alone contained fourteen footnotes. The book describes experiments carried out in the seventeenth century in which transcendental states were used to summon the ghosts of dead nocturnal animals. These were said to be “appropriate” because they were an embodiment, albeit in the form of an apparition, of human civilisation in a repressive era.
He took a walk around the city walls after supper in order to clear his mind. It was said that counting telegraph poles was a soothing exercise for a troubled soul and Chris resolved to tot up the number of poles between the south and north gates on the eastern stretch of the wall. He had counted fifteen when he felt a slight chill on his neck and experienced an uneasy sensation as if he was being watched. Turning around he saw a barn owl on the lowest branch of a large chestnut tree. He took the Kaiser bun out of his pocket and hurled it at the bird.