* Meriadoc Brandybuck yawned, stretched, and rubbed his eyes once more, but it was still there. Walking out to the stables over rain-washed grass soaking in the sun, he'd noticed it first as a protruding bump adjacent to the stable. Drawing closer, the bump sprouted wheels and an off-white canvas cover over smaller bulges of odd shapes and sizes. A pony cart! Firmly wedged into the stable door, as if pounded there by a hammer, no less. Strange doings were afoot in Buckland. *
* Inside the stable, Hardwin was warm and dry. Unable to break free of his harness, Hardwin strained his neck down to grasp at straws on the ground. *
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