Round about seven years ago misfortune chose to attach itself to Fizzy as he journeyed through life. Calamity followed disappointment followed misery followed disaster, and so on.

And so, on a fine and sunny afternoon, Fizzy sat on the porch, head bowed towards the floor, and wondered what to do. Just as his thoughts were about to make an even darker turn, from under the chair and between his feet appeared a small green and orange beetle carrying a leaf at least twenty times its size...