Weeding
Frodo crept over the threshold, hoping not to disturb Bilbo's nap. "Had a good time at Farmer Maggot's, boy?" Oh, damn. So Bilbo hadn't been asleep.
"Er… what? No, I was at… at Tuckborough, visiting Fatty Bolger."
Bilbo raised his eyebrows. "What a pity. I ran into Maggot last week; I must've let it slip how much you loved weeding the garden, and I was hoping he would take it to heart. Certainly it would be a just reward for your, ah, kindness in removing his beautifully cultivated mushrooms." Frodo groaned. "I spent four hours pulling thistles because of you?!"
