Stark Terror reigned over this city for twenty years, after being elected as mayor at the ripe age of seventeen. A brilliant student of the arts, he loved nothing more than to wander the countryside in search of curious lamp posts. Sadly, he never found any. So his first order of business as mayor was to erect curious lamp posts in rather interesting places around the countryside.
The best one he ever had made was fashioned in the shape of a large ocean trout, its mouth open, its body twisting in a giant leap towards the moon. Its beauty was admired by many, and it became a popular tourist attraction.
So he filled it with coconuts, smeared himself with chilli oil and took up hermitage inside its open mouth. If anyone came near, he’d screech at them and sometimes fling a coconut at them.
He was the happiest man alive.