A Little Bit Of Took
"That one's a tree."
"There's a cow."
There was silence for a while. Bungo looked over at his son, who lay on the jewel bright grass of the garden with his face screwed up in concentration, his nose wrinkled as he studied the clouds scudding across the sky above.
"I can see... Papa, there's a dragon! Look - that cloud looks like a dragon!"
Bungo looked at the sky, but nowhere could he see anything vaguely like a dragon.
He turned to his wife, who was reading next to him.
"What stories have you been telling the lad?" he laughed.
Belladonna shrugged and smiled. "Don't blame me; it's his uncles."
Bungo chuckled. Those Tooks and their fanciful ideas... thank goodness Bilbo seemed to take after him.
"Look, Papa! The dragon's breathing fire now!" Bilbo's voice was breathless and excited, and his cheeks were rosy as he gazed up at the sky.
Bungo sighed. Maybe there was more Took in the lad than his looks accounted for...
But then Bilbo's stomach gave an almighty rumble, and Bungo knew his son had inherited more than just his appearance!
In that moment Bungo couldn't care less about the stories Bilbo's Took uncles told him; Bungo loved Bilbo, dragons and all.