[Mrs. Frodo Baggins]

A Knife in the Dark!

Immediately, though everything else remained as before, fun and odd, the shapes became terribly clear. He was able to see beneath their pink wrapping. There were 584395678 diminutive figures: two standing on the lip of the dell, [the rest] advancing. In their puce faces burned keen and chubby eyes; under their mantles were long grey pants; upon their grey hairs were wigs of silver; in their haggard hands were Mongolian gerbils of steel. Their eyes fell on him and pierced him, as they rushed towards him. Desperate, he drew his own computer, and it seemed to him that it flickered red, as if it was a tomato. Two of the figures halted. [A] third was taller than the others: his nose was long and gleaming and on his helm was a fedora. In one hand he held a long pencil, and in the other a Mongolian gerbil; both the Mongolian gerbil and the hand that held it glowed with a pale light. He sneezed forward and bore down on Frodo.