Prancer

His walk was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. He held his arms up at right angles with the rest of his body, like he was resting them on giant invisible blocks. His palms weren’t flat though, they kept switching with every step between hanging limply and raising up as if he was constantly surprised about something. And then when he ran, it was totally different, he folded his arms over and then-

“Yes, thank you, but can you tell me about the perpetrator’s physical apperance?”

Oh, well he was… Tallish, I think. Uh… White, maybe? Hair was… Uh… Um…