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Well, I had decided a bit ago to become… well, more active in the Shire, with other hobbits and such. And with my love for music, riddles and poems I thought; why don’t I start to write more of those?
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. I carefully approached and started examining.
A stranger with a bow. The arrows swishing one by one into…goodness! I have never seen such huge slugs in my life! Disgusting things! What in Middle-earth except spiders could be worse…
The Delving Fields are quite and peaceful. Sometimes I enjoy walking there and observing how nature lives—all these little animals and other things…
But something was wrong this time. My first thought was that these naughty lads were up to throwing stones at coneys again. And indeed, I noticed a silhouette of a hobbit in the distance chasing after something. A coney maybe?