Hey, Birdie, here I am again. It's Child. I delivered those 423 mailbags in record time due to my speedy pint-size dragon.
I haven't the slightest idea what Mith is going on and on about! Can't a hobbit have a little peace and quiet without being invaded by those nasty machines and all that techno-babble?
Poor Frodo and Sam. I think they came out of this the worst of all! Mr. Frodo did keep my Silm quite nice, and he returned it to me this evening. Perhaps, if I make a nice rabbit stew for them, they will regain some of their strength.
I did hear Mith muttering something in his tent about checken-fried hobbit. That can't be me, can it?
[ June 05, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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