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Kransha's post:
The hobbit, his clothes singed and his feet in a world of pain, practically jumped out of the Green Dragon Inn, stumbling and running onto Bywater Road. He bounced and hopped like a very dull rabbit that wasn’t quite sure which way he was going. He made it past the gathering crowd of weary and beleaguered escapees of the wreckage, which was still burning fervently behind him.
“Water!” he cried very loudly, “Is there any water in this blasted place?”
He roared with discontent, tripping over his own baked hobbit feet and landing clumsily in a disoriented heap on the ground. He pulled himself up and began to fumble wildly through the crowd, rudely pushing a number of people aside in his quest for aid and some cold water to pour on the charred soles of his feet.
He slipped again and landing flat on his back, groaning in annoyance. He jumped up again and continued on his so far fruitless mission, still dancing about like a drunken idiot on the road, avoiding the injured folk lying or reclining on the ground. He could see some people helping the traumatized inn-goers and ran towards them heedlessly.
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