Three days into the Old Forest
A few days later and Mirabella was still grumbling. Though her mood had lightened a little since the Ranger had managed to keep them from any misadventures. They had become used to the gloom of the Old Forest, and found themselves able to make light of it in their young fashion. The trees, too, for their part seemed to sense they meant no harm, though they creaked and rustled if one of the little folk strayed off the path.
Tom raced by Ben and Mirabella, his great tongue lolling from his mouth, heading for the front of the line. The Ranger nearly went sprawling as the dog hurtled past him, bent on some destination unseen in the distance.
‘Come on, Miri! said Ben, as they turned a corner on the twisty path, and saw the Ranger shaking his head at the quickly disappearing dog. It looks like Tom has found something!’ he grabbed her hand and took off at a run.
The other Hobbits, eager to see what the dog had found, joined in the chase down the path . . .
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