Stacey had to come up for air again.
Where had that blasted little hobbit gone!?
"Miss Stacey?"
She looked up. Primrose was peering down at her from over the railing.
Prim: Miss Stacey, what's going on? Where are Uncle Frodo and Papa?
Stacey tried to concentrate both on her answer and on treading water when she squinted up at the figure beside Primrose.
"Mithadan!?"
[ June 25, 2002: Message edited by: Samwise ]
[ June 25, 2002: Message edited by: Samwise ]
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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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