When a rich and greedy couple decide to leave their blighted and bloated home plant of Conima, where better to go than Provender with its fascinating peasant population and plant and animal life. Everything is edible; and everyone eats and or is eaten with relish (or chutney or pickle) regardless of intelligence, (sometimes, spitefully, because of it). They say if, by a miracle, you survive the first day without being eaten then you could well have a long happy life there unless . . .
