Once again, they were one their way. The road to Michel Delving was nice and even, and spirits were higher again. Crystal and Elanor were chatting happily, and even Prim looked less bothered and worried.
"Good!", Pearl thought. Things were going rather well. They had gotten their sixth pony back, there was no sight of a bandit, the sun was out again. Smiling, Pearl remebered and old song they had sung as children.
OCC: This is to the tune of The Twelve Days of Xmas
When hobbits party, what will they need?
A big fat cake for you and me!
When hobbits party, what will they need?
Two roasted cows
and a big, fat cake for you and me
When hobbits party what will they need?
Three fireworks,
Two roasted cows
and a big fat cake for you and me
When hobbits party, what will they need?
Four tons of leaf,
Three fireworks
Two roasted cows
and a big fat cake for you and me!
When hobbits party, what will they need?
Five pots of stew
Four tons of leaf,
Three fireworks
two roasted cow-
Pearl stopped. Oh my gosh. She had just realized that, the way it looked, they didnīt have ANY FOOD YET! Some candied fruit, yes, but no real food! How in the name of the Sackville-Bagginses were they going to feed a load of hungry hobbits with no food?!
"I have to ask Prim about this," she said to herself, and mooved in her leaderīs direction.
[ March 12, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]
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