Alan the Rabbit lived in a rather spacious burrow in Caithness. It was not where he had imagined living when he was growing up but he never had succeeded as an accountant in Montrose. This was unsurprising as rabbits are generally rather poor at doing their own tax returns, let alone anyone else's.

One day Alan was doing his daily burrowing, this served no real purpose other than annoying his neighbours, a curious couple who still believed that dressing up as giant pink teapots was the height of fashion, somewhat unusual for two fans of film noir. During the course of his burrowing Alan stumbled upon an underground cylander containing radioactive waste from the Dounreay nuclear power plant. "This tastes a bit like almonds", he thought to himself.

The next morning when he woke up Alan had suddenly become quite good at solving crosswords.