The+Hobbit



Hobbits, well what is a hobbit? Have you ever seen one, well I guess not. They hear you and me coming and they scamper off and get out of the way long before you see them. It seems that they are shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are a small people, about half of our height and smaller then the bearded dwarves but Hobbits have no beards. There is little or no magic about them, except for the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. Hobbits like riddles but they don’t like adventures. No, they don’t like anything out of the ordinary. They are inclined to be fat in the stomach and have deep fruity laughs especially after dinner which they have twice a day when they can get it. And, our Hobbit a Mister Bilbo Baggins was no different. He loved to sit in his garden after a large breakfast and smoke his pipe. He would sit and blow the largest smoke rings over the hill because that is where he lived. Then one morning long ago when the Hobbits were still numerous and prosperous and the world was still green Gandalf came by. Gandalf! If you had heard only a little of what I have heard, and I have heard only very little of all there is to hear, and then you would be prepared for anything. This was the start of an adventure for Mr. Baggins. And what about you, do you like adventures. Well lets find out.