Primrose: PAPA! PAPA!!!!
Sam: *Finally reaching her by the bank of the Anduin* Tiny Rose--WHAT are you screaming about??
Prim: THAT!! *Points to an oddly-rigged trio of barrels floating down the river*
Sam: *Tilts his head* Eh?
Pimrose: PAPA--Mister Mithidan's in there!!!
Sam: *Scratches his head* What in the world are you talking about, child?
Primrose: *Jumping up and down, frantic* Papa, I heard voices, they were talking about how he'd be okay in there 'cause he's a spirit an' that someone'd pick him up later, and-----"
Sam: *Shakes his head* Okay, Tiny Rose, okay...*He reaches for his "belt" which is actually a length of rope wound around his waist several times* Odd how I thought I'm needing this at a PARTY of all places, when I didn't even think to bring one on our BIG trip....
Primrose: HURRY, PAPA!!!!
*She jerks the rope out of his hands, ties one end to the shaft of an arrow, and shoots...
THUNK!
Primrose: *Dropping her bow and grabbing the rope* PULL, PAPA, PULL!
Sam: I'm PULLING, Tiny Rose, I'm PULLING!! *He slides forward* Oh, dear....
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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