Ciskel was spectating the whole ordeal now. It looked like the fighting had about died down and no one seemed to be in serious danger anymore.
"Nothing to say now" He thought.

Then he noticed he was hungry. So he searched the pockets of his Hawaiian shorts. Nothing.
He pondered for a few seconds, couldn't just leave to town. That would be rude.
Are there fruits this time a year?
Then he noticed a packet of sandwiches from the pick-nick he so neatly wrapped up that afternoon.
Ciskel looked around, no one was paying attention to him, good. He casually glided over to the sandwiches and with a lot of effort he picked them up silently.

And it was the best damn sandwich ever.