Oh, indeed, Nimrothiel. The first Python reference I saw on this site made me jump for joy. Literally. And my boyfriend asked me what was wrong and I showed him and he said "And you didn't say it?" Sooooo happy. You inspired me, and Saraphim's post gave me the opening. Not to mention I've got strep (no longer contagious, yay!) and had little else to do but hang out online all day.
Eomer: I also had heard the weasel rumor. Drunken conversations tend to be cyclic, do they not? You finish one topic, head to another, and then return to rehash the first. Well, we were discussing the hare (my companion, was tipsy, but not I, having eschewed alcohol some time ago) and he mentioned the hare being eaten by the weasel. Eaten, I tell you! But I told him, I did indeed, that if Legolas' hare was truly a descendant of the demonic bunny of Caer Bannog, than no mere weasel would stand a chance against him. He laughed, and I reminded him that, as between the two of us, I was the one sober, that it was my word we would be going with. He changed his opionon, and we have a new white haired (and hared
), red eyed, pointy teeth believing convert.
I must ask though... What do you suppose Legolas' hare ate? They didn't grow... coconuts... in Mirkwood? I'd always thought Mirkwood was a temperate zone, and coconuts are, of course, tropical. But they could always be carried... do you suppose crebain are big enough to carry coconuts? It is, after all, a simple matter of weight ratios.
Okay, okay, I'll stop now. I really do need to get a new hobby.
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