Questor pauses,thinking...after all that WAS a really Bad Pun...Turning, Questor lets an arrow fly at Chuck, missing him by Inches, but lodging in his Backpack/Satchel/Rucksack...the smell of spilled vittles/grains/dried meat/whatever falls out of the sack/pack/whatever.
Questor smiles,'Sorry, ELF SHOT THE FOOD!' Grinning, Questor turns once again, an arrow at the ready,and continues down the Bridge.
Edited for Spelling/Typos.