The fox of the year award goes to Mr Fox, who jumped over lazy dog in order to fend off a thrashing by the fearless catamaran loaded high with swells of lemon meringue pie! After four loud howls and a squirt of Egyptian suntan lotion the threatening vessel veered off in an off-skee motion. Mr Fox's paws scratched away at silver doors, then suddenly one opened and a gargoyle appeared. He poured a bottle of Becks beer into his ear and sang about the frozen curries he'd bought from Sainsbury's the previous year.

Mister Fox enquired how, after a murder most foul, lazy dog could stand to eat a chicken whilst the kitchen timer was a click, tick, ticking and frozen bagels had been chopped at random angles and popped in a tin headed for Austin? The gargoyle knew the way to San José and even knew of a pretty nifty motel in which he could stay. He'd made arrangements to throw darts at bake well tarts.

Lazy dog appeared on the shore but soon fell a sleep. Seagulls flew away when he started to snore.