On my way to Needlehole, bypassing the road (who needs roads, after all) and thus splashing through the very bog I spotted a strange creature. Not too strange—two arms, two legs, one head; hobbit-like one could say, even man-like, since it was much taller than me.
#Walking through the Shire, on a warm afternoon#
#All the children are out playing and enjoying the sun#
#And their parents are all smiling, they go happily their ways#
#It's a day for life's enjoyment, it's like all the Shire days#
#Yes we do like our lives more peaceful#
#And we do not enjoy haste#