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'Yes!' Posco cried, that oddly bold look coming to his face, though he blushed slightly when he realized how loud his voice had been. 'Well, that is to say, it was quite fun.' He paused for a moment to glance at Lily. Seeing that she was smiling at him encouragingly, he went on. 'Oh, you should have been there!' He paused again, for he felt decidely that he was very glad his brother and friends had not been there. 'Well, I do mean, it was very enjoyable.' He coloured deeply. He was becoming confused.
Lily's eyes twinkled and she leaned over to whisper in his ear, 'Tell them about that poor fellow we almost galloped over.'
'Why, yes,' said Posco. 'There was a hobbit crossing the road with his geese, and he was crossing right in front of us. We couldn't possibly slow the ponies in time so we cried out a warning to him. He got out of the way, but his geese didn't want to move. At the last moment they flew here and there, squawking madly, with their feathers flying everywhere.' He chuckled, and Blanco laughed uproariously, slapping Posco on the back 'till he was almost choking.
When he had recovered himself, touching his shoulder tenderly, he turned to Lily and said, 'Tell them of the time we just nearly got over that little river because we didn't want to take the bridge.'
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