Immediately there is a sensation of rushing wind. Then, all is dark. Tentatively, you poke your head out of your shell and extend your eye stalks. 'This isn't so bad,' You think after a while. 'I may only have a maximum speed of 1 mile a month, but even living in a cabbage patch has got to be better than listening to that dreadful award ceremony.' As you stuff your face with cabbage you begin to wonder what happened to that clown character you used to hang around with in your previous existence. Suddenly from behind you there is a patter of clown feet, followed by a brief crunch. FIN.