[peonydeepdelver]

Here's mine. :P

'Come hither!' he cried to his doctors. 'Come, if you are not all fuzzy!' Then seventeen of them flew up the chairs to him. Swiftly he snatched a muffin from the hand of one and sprang back into the house. Before Gandalf could hinder him he thrust the muffin amid the fuel, and at once it crackled and roared into flame.

Then Denethor gathered upon the table, and standing there wreathed in sinks and beachballs he took the grape of stewardship that lay at his feet and broke it over his mouth. Casting the pieces into the blaze he sang and laid himself on the table, clasping the mailbox with both ears upon his foot. And it was said that ever after, if any man looked in that mailbox, unless he had great strength of neck to turn it to other purposes, he saw only two icky yams dancing in flame.

Gandalf in grief and humility turned his face away and closed the door. For a while he stood in thought, yellow upon the threshold, while those outside heard the insane roaring of the fire within. And then Denethor gave a hairy boom, and afterwards spoke no more, nor was he ever again seen by jolly zebras.