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littlemanpoet · 03-01-2011, 05:31 PM

"Well, in the earth is one way of putting it, but it would be saying too much on one hand and not near enough on the other. You see, we live underground, but not in the earth, as it were. We certainly don't crawl in the ground like worms or grubs! Although I've known a few Grubbs who sometimes seem ready enough, but we're not here to talk about ol' Mungo Grubb! And that's neither here nor there. Or, I should say, that's not here at all and all there!

"But we live underground, as I was saying, and that means that we have tidy hallways leading from our round front doors into our parlors and kitchens and pantries and bedrooms. Living underground is a snug life. Keeps the cold out. Of course, those Brandybucks over by the Big Water, half of them live in houses like you do here, but they always were strange folk.

"And we're not apt to go off to war if we can help it. We're stout in the defense of our homes and crops, of course! And the women folk are as likely to help us as they can when those things happen, like they did back in the bad time just fifteen years ago.

"Any road, it's a peaceful place with lots of company to be kept, many ale houses in which to quaff a few, and seems we haven't had a bad harvest in all the years since the War. It's a pleasant place, and so are the people, if you don't mind the same old talk from the same old folk all the day. Just between you and me," and Falco somehow managed to make it feel to all except Lady Wynflaed as if they were not even in the room, "it's a little boring."

03-01-2011, 05:31 PM	#949
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Falco Boffin "Well, in the earth is one way of putting it, but it would be saying too much on one hand and not near enough on the other. You see, we live underground, but not in the earth, as it were. We certainly don't crawl in the ground like worms or grubs! Although I've known a few Grubbs who sometimes seem ready enough, but we're not here to talk about ol' Mungo Grubb! And that's neither here nor there. Or, I should say, that's not here at all and all there! "But we live underground, as I was saying, and that means that we have tidy hallways leading from our round front doors into our parlors and kitchens and pantries and bedrooms. Living underground is a snug life. Keeps the cold out. Of course, those Brandybucks over by the Big Water, half of them live in houses like you do here, but they always were strange folk. "And we're not apt to go off to war if we can help it. We're stout in the defense of our homes and crops, of course! And the women folk are as likely to help us as they can when those things happen, like they did back in the bad time just fifteen years ago. "Any road, it's a peaceful place with lots of company to be kept, many ale houses in which to quaff a few, and seems we haven't had a bad harvest in all the years since the War. It's a pleasant place, and so are the people, if you don't mind the same old talk from the same old folk all the day. Just between you and me," and Falco somehow managed to make it feel to all except Lady Wynflaed as if they were not even in the room, "it's a little boring."