Burzdol’s post
Bennele Took sat in the shade of an apple tree for an afternoon nap. Suddenely, the chubby hobbit woke upon a loud bang. He slowly crept behind a large elm, and looked toward the Brandywine. He saw a group of hobbits conversing with a fair lass about what seemed to him to be a boat behin them. As fast as his legs would carry him, he ran towards the group of friends.
"Hey," Ben started, "What are you doing?"
"Building a raft, what's it look like? So, why are you here, anyway?" one shot back.
"I was awoken by your banging, and I wanted to see what it was. So why are you building a raft?"
"To sail the Brandywine, and find adventure where ever it might be."
"Can I come, too?"
"How will you help us?"
"I can get you supplies like fishing nets, lumber, drinks..." he was cut off.
"You can get lumber? How much can you get?"
"I don't know, but I'll bring whatever I can. So, am I in?"
"Yeah, I guess."
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