The Saucepan Man picked himself up off the floor and watched the Yellow Chicken race off at a speed that one would have thought quite impossible for such a diminutive fellow.
"Well, things certainly haven't changed around here" he thought to himself, smiling.
Surveying the Hall, he saw Sophia beckoning him over. She was sitting with Earwen and two other Elves whom he had not yet met. He waved back, his pans clattering in their usual fashion, and sauntered over to join them.
[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: The Saucepan Man ]
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