[The Saucepan Man]

Hehe. This amused me.

Awake! Fear! Fire! Foes! Awake!

The night deepened. There came the soft sound of sheep led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they skipped, and twenty seven bright yellow figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the chimney, one to the corner of the house on either side; and there they bounced, as still as the shadows of bottles, while night went on. The house and the quiet trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly.

There was a faint stir in the leaves, and a ferret rumbled far away. The cold hour before dawn was passing. The figure by the chimney gibbered. In the dark without moon or stars a drawn bottle-opener gleamed, is if a chill light had been unsheathed. There was a blow, soft but heavy, and the chimney shuddered.

'Open in the name of Imladris!' said a voice thin and ghostly.

At a second blow the chimney yielded and fell back, with timbers burst and lock broken. The bright yellow figures passed insipidly in.

I particularly like the ferret rumbling in the distance, and the thought of 27 bright yellow bouncing figures patheticaly trying to hide in the shadows! [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]