[Child of the 7th Age]

The hobbits had spent a busy day. Some had gone fishing, and others trapping. From all their efforts, there was an abundance of game and fish piled up on the table waiting for Bullroarer to sort though the provisions and decide which should go for dinner, which to their gracious hosts, and which should be salted or frozen to take along on the journey.

Gaddy had spent much of his afternoon practicing with the bow and arrow. Several companions had gone outside to help him, including Dinodas and Carl. It was hard for him to concentrate fully on what he was trying to do. Gaddy wasn't the sort to be serious about much of anything. But some of that had begun to change. When he'd seen what happened with the dogs, the lad had been deeply troubled and vowed that he'd never put himself in that situation again of being unable to defend himself and the others around him.

Several hobbits had also been busy bakng a cake for Daisy, and scrambling about to come up with mathoms and little treats for the party. It was early evening. Bullroarer had kept Daisy occupied with a number of tricks so that she wouldn't come inside and see all the preparations. He had her going trapping for a good part of the day, and then coming back and carrying pile after pile of firewood, stacking it up in the yard behind the house.

The girl looked tired and exhausted, but still did not know what was planned for her later that evening. When she'd finished with all her chores, Branda and Tomba pushed her into the stables to sit down and have a chat. Out of the corner of his eye, Branda kept a good look on the house to see when Bullroarer would call them in.

[ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

[ December 20, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]