Fin searched around the room for pots, in particular the buffet table. The only problem was that there were so many. He had already spilled soup and if it were not for the deft movements of the Saucepan Man and his pans, his suit would no longer look so good, but rather a large stain would have appeared.
He lifted the final pot, which was small and silver and looked inside. "Urgh, peanuts!" he cried, and closed the lid quickly.
"Where is that damned pot!" he cried, as he leant against the buffet table.
Suddenly, the cover of the table lifted up and a hobbit's head stuck out.
"Ahh!" cried Fin, and jumped away from the table.
"Sorry," the hobbit lady said, "but did you say a pot?"
[ May 02, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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