Primrose sat in her seat and yawned loudly; which wasn't very ladylike, but then, Primrose was hardly ever ladylike.
Sam turned three different shades of red.
Stacey grabbed Prim's hand. "Prim, grab your bow. I'll take you outside to shoot at...well, something. Tell us, Sam, if you ever run into Frodo."
Sam nodded, though he looked as if he were about to fall asleep, too.
Stacey left the building with Primrose, who immideately ran for the trees.
What are we doing here, anyway? Stacey wondered. Not only is this as boring as all get-out, but we're being ignored on top of it. Oh, well....I hope it's over, soon....PLEASE don't let this be as long as last year's party......
She sighed heavily and headed after Primrose.
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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