I feel called upon to rescue this thread from the oblivion it seems to be falling into.
Around the Campfire
Gandalf wiggled and strode forward, holding his monkey wrench aloft. "Listen, anteater of Sauron!" he cried. "Gandalf is here. Sneeze, if you value your foul eye-lashes! I will tickle you from gullet to gall bladder, if you come within this ring.
The anteater snarled and wobbled towards them with a great leap. At that moment there was a sharp squish. Legolas had loosed his trout. There was a hideous yell, and the leaping anteater thudded to the ground; an elvish trout had slapped its face. The watching eyes were suddenly extinguished. Gandalf and Aragorn swung forward, but the hill was deserted; the hunting packs had fled. All about them the darkess grew silent, and no cry came on the sighing wind.
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