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Hookbill wandered aimlessly about the village. This whole thing was very confusing for the little man. Mind you, making the decision between cereal and toast for breakfast was rather confusing for him. The looming gallows cast a cold shadow over him. He felt quite sick.
Eomer dashed past, knocking Hookbill over into the mud. Splat. Slowly he opened his eyes the catch a glimpse of Eomer dashing beyond his sight. Hookbill rose and tried to dust himself off, but only succeeding in spreading the mud around. He sighed and wandered along towards a small gathering.
A hand hit Hookbill on the shoulder quite heavily. He slunk down and covered his eyes saying, "Look, for the last time, I don't know who to vote for! Its all too confusing." the figure shook its head as the little man sat down in the mud and began to slowly rock back and forth.
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