I've reached Maggot's farm now. To tell the truth I was a little hungry and was just starting on my third mushroom when I was attacked from behind. Farmer Maggot was quite prepared to beat me but relented, muttering something about not having the heart to beat a young female hobbit like myself. I hastily told him I was a friend of Mr. Frodo Baggins and told him how hungry I had been. I then unashamedly lied and told him I was planning to stop by his house and explain the absence of the mushrooms, but I don't think he quite believed me.
I'm now sitting and finishing writing it while Mrs. Maggot makes a hearty dinner. Mushrooms, I hear, are on the menu.
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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