The Saucepan Man was busily attempting to apologise to the Elf whom he had unintentionally floored with his errant cooking pot, but she seemed far more interested in the large Dragon standing before her holding a lap top. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up in time to see a great Eagle swooping erratically over the heads of the audience with another Elven maid clinging on for dear life.
Deciding that he had most definately had enough excitement for one awards ceremony, and noticing that the awards were still being handed out on stage, Saucepan slunk quietly (well, as quietly as he could considering his strange attire) back to his seat at the back of the auditorium and settled down to enjoy the remainder of the show.
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Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!
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