Legolas (we know how much you all love him) makes pancakes. Uh-oh . . .

Legolas was skipping merrily through the woods of Lothlorien one day when he saw a gingerbread cottage. "Oh look," he said for the benefit of our readers, "a gingerbread cottage. I wonder what's inside."

Inside the house, the Elf found a kitchen. After searching it for several minutes, he decided that it probably wasn't the Dread Kitchen of Doom and turned to leave.

Just as he was about to exit, however, a mysterious and dangerous thought struck him. Held helpless in its grip he turned, a strange, evil grin on his face. "I will make . . . PANCAKES! MWA-HA-HA!" he cried.

Within seconds he had gathered all the components. With his amazing super- human (but not super-elf) abilities, he managed within half an hour to make a towering stack of the fearful products.

He was ready to unleash evil upon the unsuspecting world once more!

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Not that I have anything against pancakes. Or Legolas. In fact, the only thing I have something against is people who read and don't review. So . . . get in my good books! Review!

hS