Carl had hardly slept a wink last night, and was greatly looking forward to having a soft bed to sleep on. Though he was used to sleeping out of doors, the Barrows still gave him the creeps. He had had the sense of being somewhere where he shouldn't be, as if he were a young hobbit about to be caught redhanded by his mother.
Greatly heartened by the thought of ale, good food, and a warm bed, Carl began preparing himself for a hearty meal, and felt much more cheerful than he ever had.
[ January 06, 2003: Message edited by: Merri ]
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