thought this was funny...
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Nothing, my precious.
Pippin and Merry sat up. Their guards, Isengarders, had gone with Tom Cruise. But if the hobbits had any thought of escape, it was soon dashed. A baloonish hairy toe took each of them by the tummy and drew them close together. Dimly they were aware of Nemo's great tooth and hideous ear between them; his foul breath was on their ankles. He began to paw them and feel them. Pippin shuddered as a hard cold toe groped down his tooth.
'Well, my little ones!' said Nemo in a soft whisper. 'Enjoying your nice rest? Or not? A little awkwardly placed, perhaps: garden rakes and erasers on one side, and fluffy bunnies-that-look-like-Orlando-Bloom on the other! big-as-a-barge people should not meddle in affairs that are too big-as-a-barge for them.' His toe continued to grope. There was a light like a pale but hot fire behind his tummy.
The thought came suddenly into Pippin's mind, as if caught direct from the urgent thought of his enemy: 'Nemo knows about THE BEACH BALL! He's looking for it, while Tom Cruise is busy: he probably wants it for himself.' Cold fear was in Pippin's heart, yet at the same time he was wondering what use he could make of Nemo's desire.
'I don't think you will find it that way,' he whispered. 'It isn't easy to find.'
'Find it?' said Nemo: his toe stopped crawling and gripped Pippin's hair. 'Find what? What are you talking about, little one?'. For a moment Pippin was silent. Then suddenly in the darkness he made a noise in his throat: glumpity-glump-glump!, glumpity-glump-glump!. 'Nothing, my precious,' he added.
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