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			*Trudging toward the feild comes a rather odd-looking threesome: One, a male hobbit dressed in a red vest, grey waistcoat and brown jacket with brown leggings. On his left is a young hobbit girl, her auburn curls spilling down her back.  She looks uncomfortable in a pink flowing dress with a gold belt.  A ring of pink rosebuds is in her hair.  Underneath the dress, however, she is wearing a pair of knee breeches and a pair of scuffed brown boots--her hands are covered with leather gloves, and she has a bow slung over one shoulder and a quiver of arrows over the other.
 The third member of the party is a human woman, wearing a ground-length light blue dress with white lace accents.  A white flower is tucked over one ear.  Pushing her gold-rimmed glasses onto the bridge of her nose, she surveys the scene.
 Stacey: Hm.  Looks like the party's over.
 
 Sam: Sorry.  Wasn't sure when it started.
 
 Primrose: *Tugging at her dress*  Can we go, Papa?
 
 Sam: Absolutely not, Tiny Rose.  We're at least going to see Mister Frodo.
 
 *Primrose's eyes light up* Oh, yes!  I forgot! *she frowns* I also want to get ahold of that Barrow-Wight!  Rate Miss Stacey's story a THREE, will he.....
 
 Stacey: *Rolls her eyes*  For crying out loud, Primrose, I DON'T CARE!  I write for FUN, and that's it, NOT ratings!  Besides, a couple of folks enjoyed it so far, and that's enough for me.
 
 Primrose *fingering the string of her bow* Hm.
 
 Sam and Stacey:  [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img]
 
				__________________Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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 I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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