Living on the rooftops with the gargoyles and taking care of them was a life, and it was much better than some, he thought. Cleaning moss from their teeth and mildew from inside their ears, reading aloud to them some of the novels people threw out in their trash, and generally keeping an eye on things during the day. Scaring off kids from drawing graffiti on them and the like. The gargoyles were pretty good company, too. During the day, he could stretch out on their stone backs, warmed by the sun, and watch all the people moving around the city below, and at night--well, at night, he was in the safest place in the world. And night was when most of the nasties that might be interested in boys came out, so really, he was doing pretty well. Now and again, the gargoyles would even bring back food for him, mostly even food he could eat. So he was doing pretty well, and life was good, and his only worry was if the gargoyles were serious about him having to go to school once he turned fourteen.

Inspiration: "Chim chiminey, Chim chim cher-ee!"
Story Potential: Medium-high.
Notes: And then something Bad starts to happen to other gargoyles, and it becomes a Dangerous Adventure. This is high potential, I guess, but it's not very original, so I downgraded it.