Daisy looked at Gaddy in the back of the cart and decided that she was just to cold to keep walking, so she climbed up into the cart. Gaddy moved over to make room for her. She sat down and started to cover up when her hand brushed up against something. It was long and hard like a stick but felt slimy and gooey. Daisy didn’t want to look at it so she just moved away from it and didn’t say anything to Gaddy about it.
After covering up, Daisy looked around the surrounding area. There were a few bare trees bending violently with the hard blowing wind. The farm houses in the out lying areas could barely be seen as they were covered by huge snow drifts. The only signs of life seemed to be that of their own. Nothing was moving, and it made the whole place very eerie. At the same time Daisy’s hair on the back of her neck was standing up but she couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was all those stories she had heard at the inn about wargs being heard and seen in the Shire. She just had a feeling that they were being watched as they trudged along the road to Whitfurrows.
Daisy was feeling a little warmer and decided that it was time to give someone else the chance to get in the cart and warm up. She looked out at the group and saw that Robin and Daffodyl were looking a bit on the frozen side. She motioned Gaddy to get down at the same time that she did, and then they helped the two female hobbits up onto the cart. Instantly Daisy wished that she could have stayed in her uncle’s cart. Her feet hit the snow and all of the cold went right to her bones again, but she knew that everyone needed to spend a little time huddled in the back of the cart if they were going to make it to Rivendell.
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