The last sentence was by Nia:
"I said," said Hubert from behind a facepalm, "I squeezed under the door. What don't you understand about that?"
"The crack is too small, Mr. Panda. How did you fit?" the rabbit said slowly.
"I SQUEEZED THROUGH!!! ARRRR." And, trying to be a little more polite, Hubert said "Try it yourself, you should fit."
Thank you, Hobbit!
"Maybe I should..."
"I don't think you should," came a random voice.
The rabbit popped up. "Random voice, I hear you, but I can't see you. Show yourself!"
Thank you, Hobbit!
A fluffy hen popped out of a gopher hole. "Cluck-cluck! It is me! Er... Cluck! It is I! And I don't think you should!"
Then, the fluffy hen started screaming, "THE SKY IS FALLING, THE SKY IS FALLING!!"
Thank you, Hobbit!
The fluffy hen seemed to be bipolar.
And then Hubert panicked because the bipolar fluffy hen was screaming about the sky falling.
Thank you, Hobbit!
And then suddenly the bipolar fluffy hen pulled out a leather black jacket and dark sunglasses and rode away on a motorcycle.
So then a Calormene spy hopped on the back of the motorcycle and rode off to Ettinsmoor with it.
Thank you, Hobbit!
When they arrived in Ettinsmoor, the Calormene spy (who had a consistent sniffle) rushed upto one of the stupider giants.
And told him to bring him a thimble.
Thank you, Hobbit!
The giant ran off and came back with a thimble nearly as large as the chicken.
