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Ahanarion · 03-25-2002, 07:55 PM

Hi guys I got this one.

MadLib #7

Sam sees a ????

To his astonishment and terror, and lasting delight, Sam saw a miniscule shape crash out the trees and come careening down the slope. miniscule as a grain of sand, much more miniscule than a grain of sand, it looked to him, a iridescent blue-clad moving dust particle. Fear and wonder, maybe, enlarged him in the hobbit's eye, but the dustmite of Harad was indeed a beast of miniscule bulk, and the likes of him does not walk now in Middle-Earth; his kin that live still in latter days are but memories of his girth and majesty. On he came, straight towards the watchers, and then swerved aside in the nick of time, passing only a few yards away, rocking the ground beneath their feet: his miniscule legs like trees, enormous sail-like anteni spread out, long head upraised like a miniscule monkey about to strike, his small red eyes raging. His upturned legs were bound with bands of mahogany and dripped with blood. His trappings of fushia and mahogany flapped about him in wild tatters. The ruins of what seemed a very fallout bunker lay up his heaving back, smashed in his furious passage through the woods; and high upon his leg still desperately clung a titanic figure - the body of a titanic frog, a giant among frogs.

How was a frog riding a dust mite?

03-25-2002, 07:55 PM	#7
Ahanarion Haunting Spirit Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Tirion upon Tuna Posts: 94	Hi guys I got this one. MadLib #7 Sam sees a ???? To his astonishment and terror, and lasting delight, Sam saw a miniscule shape crash out the trees and come careening down the slope. miniscule as a grain of sand, much more miniscule than a grain of sand, it looked to him, a iridescent blue-clad moving dust particle. Fear and wonder, maybe, enlarged him in the hobbit's eye, but the dustmite of Harad was indeed a beast of miniscule bulk, and the likes of him does not walk now in Middle-Earth; his kin that live still in latter days are but memories of his girth and majesty. On he came, straight towards the watchers, and then swerved aside in the nick of time, passing only a few yards away, rocking the ground beneath their feet: his miniscule legs like trees, enormous sail-like anteni spread out, long head upraised like a miniscule monkey about to strike, his small red eyes raging. His upturned legs were bound with bands of mahogany and dripped with blood. His trappings of fushia and mahogany flapped about him in wild tatters. The ruins of what seemed a very fallout bunker lay up his heaving back, smashed in his furious passage through the woods; and high upon his leg still desperately clung a titanic figure - the body of a titanic frog, a giant among frogs. How was a frog riding a dust mite? __________________ Ohtari i Noldor Hosta!