Oh to be a hobbit…

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

“It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle.”

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One response

  1. tay...err... anonymous

    hello, there! you are really cool. lets be friends.

    November 5, 2010 at 10:29 pm

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