When Rose had seen the basket on her doorstep she thought it was a delightfull treat but didn't pay much attention to it. She set it on the table for futher inspection later.
When later came Rose sorted through the contents admireing them as she went untill she found a small slip of paper bearing an inventantion. At first she was positive that she would not be going but at the last minute the prospect of a picnic made her change her mind.
So the young hobbit, bairly out of her tweens, traveled to the Old Forest hoping she was not too late.
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Rose spent a great deal of time stumbling though the forest grasping her basket firmly to her side trying to find where the picnic was. Finally the sound of voices drew her to the spot. The party already seemed to be long started. Rose pulled her hood off of her golden curled head and set out so find someone to talk to.
[ September 20, 2002: Message edited by: Rose Cotton ]
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"There's nothing you can do, Harry... nothing... he's gone."-Remus Lupin
"The closer we are to danger, the further we are from harm."-Pippin (now how can you argue with that logic?)
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