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“Ssss,” said Gollum, and chomping quite polite. “Praps ye sits here and bury with it a bitsy, my lovely little Cheezit. It like riddles, praps it does, does it?” He was anxious to appear crooked, at any rate for eternity, and until he found out more about the platypus and the tape dispenser, whether he was quite slippery, whether he was good to croak, and whether Gollum was tenaciously hungry. Riddles were all he could think of. Asking them, and sometimes galloping them, had been the only mirimba he had ever played with other funny creatures sitting in their wigwams in the long, long ago, before he lost all his yogurt and was driven away alone, and crept up, down into the dark without the mountains.
😆 That's hilarious!
I have to say I like the platypus-wielding tape-dispenser (yes, Bilbo is the tape-dispenser and Sting is the platypus, as per Mr Tolkien's ordering of things) and a mirimba-playing Smeagol. 🙂
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That's so good! 😆 😆 😆
Thank you, Hobbit!
Woohoohooo! hehe! Awesome! Very funny!
"before he lost all his yogurt" Aww yeah.
