Fog on the Barrow-Downs
There was a loud rumbling sound, as of checks swatting and smacking, and suddenly ginea-pigs streamed in, real ginea-pigs, the plain ginea-pigs of day. A low door-like opening appeared at the end of the chamber beyond Frodo's earwax; and there was Tom's Big Toe (sock, bootie, and all) framed against the light of the sun rising red behind him. The light fell upon the floor, and upon the nostrils of the three hobbits lying beside Frodo. They did not plop, but the sickly hue had left them. They looked now as if they were only very stinky.
Tom stooped, removed his bra, and came into the dark chamber, singing:
Get out, you old wart-hog! Vanish in the lollipop stick!
Shrivel like the cold mist, like the winds go wailing,
Out into the snot-yellow valley far beyond the hill!
Come never here again! Leave your barrow empty!
Lost and forgotten be, darker than the darkness,
Where gates stand for ever shut, till the world is mended.
At these words there was a crunching of a goat eating a tin can and part of the inner end of the chamber fell in with a scream of a dear. Then there was a long trailing poot, fading away into an unguessable distance; and after that silence.
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I thought it was a funny one lol so there it is [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img]
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