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Cami ducked out of the way as tweens, young ones and those pretending to be young took to the game with aim and strong arms....
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Oh, never, never, never quoth Cami. Respectable or not, a stout Hobbit can never pass up a water fight. Just witness the scene at Crickhollow. Good aim and a strong arm may lie far beyond an individual Hobbit's skills, but a water fight is truly irresistable......
With a whoop and a holler, Mistress Cami retreated to the side and discreetly "borrowed" one of
Saucepan Man's larger containers, filling it up to the brim and making sure that a bit more spilled over the top. For as a former employee of the Shire Post, Cami had a serious bone to pick, and the water fight seemed like a good way to do it.
Turning about, her eyes gleeming bright, she spied exactly the folk she wanted:
Fordim, Bethberry, Saucepan Man, and H-I ......those most responsible for filling up her mailbox with 1,346 messages from the canonicity thread to which she had so unwisely subscribed!
There were other residents of Arda who also bore some responsibility for this explosion of knowledge, but they did not seem to be anywhere in sight, so this representative group would have to do.
Lifting the pan high above her head, she bellowed out a challenge, "For Middle-earth and the Shire! This is for all the poor Hobbit postmasters who had to deliver those tomes to folk's mailboxes for the past three weeks! It's not enough we have to deal with Farmer Maggot's dogs and the young lads who offer us exploding toffee, now we have mailbags that weight between five and six hundred pounds because of all this ponderous learning! And, I have it on good authority that, even as I party here, the mound of letters in my postbox continues to grow taller."
With that, Cami lowered her arms and sent the water spraying everywhere. If the fireworks tent had managed to stay in one place, she would have repeated this act more than once, just as she had been required to clean out her postal box any number of times to make sure that other important messages could get through to her. But the sight of the tent flying up in the sky was novel enough to give her pause, so she stopped to take a second look.