The fortunes and misfortunes of Percy

On the planet of the guardians, the villages, towns and cities hum with the activities of a multitude of diverse beings. At the end of the day away from a cacophony of noise and blazing lights one of them, a flea-ridden and scarred creature, a casualty of the vicissitudes of fortune, retreats into a nightly abode in the blackness of a lane used by delivery vans and bin lorries servicing bars and fast food restaurants in a raucous town centre. He slouches devoid of dignity on a fire escape stairway above the dregs awash in the sodden gutters below. In this dark and wintry setting with the rain drumming on the steel steps emulsified by leaking oil dripping on to the mire below, this shivering destitute clings on to life, mulling over what had once been when with a happy gait he enjoyed the transient beauty of creation.

Here he recalls the stories told by the likes of the guru, the dude, the princess, the uppity pranksters and his nobs. The shared recurring theme throughout these short telling of truly big events is the dire warning of the true nature of the guardians.