Three worder...

by an extremely

hungry Moderator who

couldn't stomach being

mean to anduin

wihtout knowing why.

Here's what's happened so far: Through long Ages...the hobbits were considered to be insignificant. But Elanor knew that they were destined for the ultimate power. And the dogcows knew it too. The Shire was unusually quiet for the Mayor's birthday. Usually, the road was filled with merry little hobbits, singing, dancing, and farting all the day long. Ominously, no-one farted! So the Mayor's birthday was smell free. Samwise, the Mayor, called for a speech, given by Peregrin Took, the famous and handsome Hobbit of the Year, who fortunately declined to speak. Instead, Elanor had Rosie Cotton give it. Rosie eloquently told of how Sam had defeated the ugly spider, Shelob. The speech was marvelous. Everyone cheered, calling for a toast of gingerale, saying, "Three Cheers to Sam," Spider Killer! After everyone had guzzled gingerale, they made their way back to Bag-End and smoked some pipeweed. Suddenly, the Lord of the Rings materialized right before Sam and said, "Hullo Sam my lad, happy birthday!" Sam screamed and Elanor went after the Red Eye with her dagger and killed him dead. Just then, Rosie turned and saw the most amazing creature, some combination of Balrog and Neekerbreeker. It had five eyes, ten crystal clear teeth, and one large hammer, with which it used it to bash people. Its eyes were very sharp. They were weeping. Yes, it was fierce, and it was very, very scary. So Rosie yelled at Sam, and suddenly the snow stopped falling and the sun giggled at the man in the moon. Then the monster did the Springle-Ring and danced upon the pinnacle of the Misty Mts. Then Melkor was forever banished from My house, since he always forgot to wipe his arse on a pure gold napkin. But Melkor regretted his evil actions and was forever the most kind-hearted bunny rabbit in the whole Shire. He was eaten by an extremely hungary Moderator who couldn't stomach being mean to anduin without knowing why. Deep in thought,

Rosie Cotton pondered (Btw, thanks, anduin, I was going to have to do that soon if you hadn't )

about when her

head would stop no problem, bmilder

inflating: she was

very egotistical and

her wig weighed

twice as much

as her nose.

Rosie then realized (

that she never

allowed herself to (well, never mind the open parenthesis then... let's say I didn't put it :-) ).

......hmmm, maybe I should have typed...insert realization here.... :P know the truth

about what was

under her wig