It was lovely outside and a hobbit walked up the path casually. She had been all around the Shire looking for adventure, but of course, The Shire was the silliest place to look for one. The hobbit had left home ages ago, being only just old enough. She looked like a typical hobbit, curly brown hair and brown eyes.
Up ahead there was a building with a sign, The Green Dragon, it said. 'An inn! Just what I need.' She thought to herself and she pushed open the door. The sound of chatter and laughter and the smell of food made her smile. 'I could be happy here' she thought and she plopped herself down on an empty chair at a table.
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