Stacey sat with Sam in her arms, feeling tension in the air and wondering what all of the confusion was about.
She looked down at the sleeping hobbit, who was now breathing normally.
He'll have a stomachache for days, Stacey thought.
She wondered where Frodo had gone, and why he was acting so strange. Granted, he was tired, but she always thought he'd do anything for Sam. Here the poor little guy had been laughing himself to death, and all Frodo could do was throw things at him. Stacey shook her head.
Stacey: Maybe it's been the stress....
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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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