The hobbit companions traveled on for many days. They joked around and sang songs and all was merry. They seemed to have forgotten the fact that they were lost. The hobbits had once again set up camp and a warm fire was going. Everyone was singing and laughing. Their camp was encircled by small hills and the area around them was very grassy. The land was unfamiliar and strange but no one cared. They were sure they were al heading home.
The hobbits started to sing and Penny jumped in. The song was a well-known song. It was about Perry the Winkle:
There were pikelets, there was buttered toast,
and jam, and cream, and cake,
and the Winkle strove to eat the most,
though his buttons all should break.
The kettle same, the fire was hot,
the pot was large and brown,
and the Winkle tried to drink the lot
in tea though he should drown.
Penny laughed after the song ended. It was much fun. She sat next to the fire stroking the pooches’ head and eating. He needs a name she thought. She looked at the pooches’ long drooping eyes. He was a sweet dog. What could we name him? She got an idea.
“How ‘bout Tom, or Ted?” Penny said. “For the pooches name” she added blushing slightly.
[ July 03, 2003: Message edited by: elven maiden Earwen ]
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