Dog

Written as part of the unfolding plot of Northern Charter

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Written here is a lay accounting one fateful eve upon the fields of Fornost. It was on this night that Nimrond a Gelebaladh came upon a hound who had been captured by a cruel band of orcs. 
 

We had all made our way to the small village of Middlemead, not too far from our farm - the home that we all missed. The grey ominous clouds in the distance were like a blanket of discomfort upon all of our minds, even though we knew it was safe now: or as safe as one could make it, during the circumstances.

(this is a piece of dog poetry, aka. dogetry. It has been simplified and adapted from Dog to make it easier for hobbits to read)

Awoooooooooo!

Let me tell you a tale of a dog with a tail
One that sought out adventure and life on the trail
She was roaming and running through homesteads and towns
Where the gammers and gaffers all met her with frowns

Awoooooooooo!