Fleur, our guide through the world of Alegría, is unreliable, unearthly and unpredictable. Carrying his lighted scepter, he parades around humoring the pretension of the Old Birds who hover around him. He can appear fun loving, but the beak-nosed, hunch-backed Fleur is jealous, petty and angry. He is rotten to the core yet elegantly dressed in a red velvet coachman’s jacket, black brimmed hat and jeweled vest that barely covers his grotesquely protruding belly.