I swung myself over the fence into my father's wood yard. "Hello little Christiana, Do you need something?" He stuck his axe into the stump and looked at me, "I want to help with work." I said, standing on my tiptoes.

Father looked doubtfully, then chuckled, "You may not be able to help me for a small while, But for now...," He smiled and reached under a log and brought his own father's axe. ", You could hold onto this for me. Perhaps I can teach you to use it." Father handed the axe to me, It's head weighing it down quite a bit. " Could you teach me NOW?" I asked excitedly.

My Father hesitated, nodded, And set a block of wood onto the stump. "Rear back, don't let the weight do all the work. Swing as hard as you can, Aim for the middle of the block. And remember, focus, no angry thoughts while holding an axe. Especially now." He pointed out and stepped a ways back.

I nodded and held the axe. Pausing, taking a deep breath and I swung the blade down onto the wood. It split with a 'Crack!'. "Brilliant job! You'll be having the family business if you keep that up," Dad praised me, I couldn't stop the gleeful smile from spreading on my face. ",Now, be careful with that. Go off and play with your friend. He must be very impatient." I turned and ran back to Bag-End.

I found Him sitting in his front yard, talking with my uncle. "What on earth are you doing with your father's axe!?" Torinar said. "Papa gave it to me." I objected. "He should really be careful on what he influences you with. Whatever he teaches you now, makes a difference later." He mumbled. "Well I think it's cool that Christy can wield a weapon now. She is like a hero from Mom's stories." Bilbo Laughed.

"I'll race ya to the tree!" I tagged Biblo's arm and started running. Blibo was older and taller than me, But I was faster. I made it to the tree and started to climb, "Be careful. Do you need me to lift you up?" Bilbo panted as he reached the tree.

"I'm fine." I mumbled. He ignored me and pushed on my feet to boost me up. I looked down and grabbed his hand o help him up too. "Well, what do you see?" He asked, looking around the forest. "I see...," I searched the sky. "A sparrow.".

Bilbo smiled and watched the bird fly by. A small figure streaked across the field, towards them, hollering. "Bilbo! Hurry yourself up! Supper's gettin' cold!". Bilbo sighed and hopped out of the tree. "I'll see you tommorrow, then." I nodded as Bilbo walked away.