Day 9
We're in boats now, going down the river. This wind is notgood for my hair. It might get all tangly. We've just passed these big dudes made of stone. I wonder if I will get a statue when I get all the glory? I would definitely look better than those old kings stuck up there like boiled owls! As long as somebody made sure no moss grows in my nose. Eeew icky! But I'm beginning to regret coming on this trip. Why doesn't Frodo sit here in my boat instead of stinky old Gimli? I wonder what's going on over there in Aragorn's boat? it seems tippy....
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Where was the stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call Poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
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