Book 3, Modern Oeuf.
Like some bountiful philanthropist, the Great Fiery Light Bulb bestowed its gift of light upon the tiny world of Oeuf. On that tiny world, the epic struggle of a host of tiny creatures was coming to an end. To such a consciousness as burning suns possess, the monumental unimportance of it all was baffling.
Wearily the two armies trudged home. To them, it seemed that destiny itself had been forged in the heat of battle. They, creatures of little consequence, like some demented Canute, had turned the tide of history. Each had played his part, perhaps with valour, perhaps without; but each had played his part. And, as though a thousand wills controlled a single mind, that mind had been changed.
"Hooray!" cried the brave Twittian nightys, as Wibble the Stupid led them homeward. The invading Yobbian hordes had...