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Crispin Whitfoot
"Alora, stop bein' nosey," Crispin lifted his head from its comfortable position in the hay and looked at his younger sister. Seeing her not watch their parents any more, he lay back down and placed his head in the endenture of the hay he had made.
He feet dangled over the edge of the wagon and dragged in the rocky dirt. Crispin paid no heed, however; he kept his gaze to the bright sky and a smile on his face.
"Um... Crispin?" Suddenly he was jolted out of thought when a pretty young hobbit lass swung herself over the side of the cart and landed next to him. He raised an eyebrow, but she scooted closer and draped her feet from the wagon as well. "Oh... sorry," She blushed and looked away. "Mam and Papa are havin' a fight... Opal and Hob almost got run over after the break. Papa's not all concerned, but Mam! Oh, she's cryin' 'er eyes out over her "little babies bein' almost squashed"."
Crispin laughed and bit and stuck a piece of dirty hay in his mouth. "Well, if she's gettin' worked up over somethin' like that Daisy, you're gonna be spendin' a lotta time with me!" He chuckled again.
Daisy laughed slightly and blushed again, mumbling something about 'wanting to' under her breath. "Yes... well... bye," She jumped from the back of the wagon and ran into the dust.
The boy shrugged and made himself comfortable again. "Women...," He laughed plainly, listening to the sounds of adventure.
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