Sam looked with concern at Frodo.
"I do wish he'd wake up."
Stacey nodded. "Me, too--yike!"
Plaster rained on them as a dwarf came to accept his award--fashionably late, on a dragon--through the celing.
Primrose covered her head, but not so much that she still couldn't look at the dragon.
Mimi glanced at Frodo and the others. Not ONE of them even moved.
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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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