Sam swallowed the last of his third plate of Searooms. "This has certainly become something!" he said.
Frodo grinned. "It certainly has. "
Suddenly, though, Sam's eyes clouded.
Frowning, Frodo leaned over and looked into Sam's face. "Sam, what is it. "
"Sir--it's Tiny Rose. This is all well and good for us--but she dosen't know where we are--she doesn't even know if we're safe. "
He bit his lower lip. "Oh, my---what is she doing right now?? "
He stood up. "Mister Frodo, I've got to go! "
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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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