Aye, me, it's gettin' late. Time fer me to turn in, I think. Oh, but a vote first, ye say? Kills me to do it, really -- though p'raps it'll end up killin' someone else a bit more. Let's see, now. A lot of ye seem right 'bout Mr. Hedgethistle. He's been actin' strangely. But then, I don' like what Mr. Son of Numenor was sayin' about me before. 'Tain't strange that I'd defend someone who's made me old age a little easier, not strange at all.
Now, I hate bandwagonin', but I agree that Mr. Hedgethistle has been actin' mighty odd. I hope you'll all forgive an old lady if I'm wrong, but it also seems a lot of ye all will need forgivin' as well if he turns out innocent. I'm off te bed now -- an' don' ferget what I said about lockin' yer doors tonight. Windows, too.
++Fordim Hedgethistle
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