The Mushroom Bandit

by Aria Breuer

The wind blew across the Lake. All was still. No sign of trespassers. Well, Pippin couldn't risk anyone stealing those mushrooms. No, he would protect them with his life. Oh look! A bandit was coming. He'd have his head for sure this time! "Come here!" Pippin cried, chasing after the bandit.

Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien does.

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The wind blew across the Lake. All was still. No sign of trespassers. Well, Pippin couldn't risk anyone stealing those mushrooms. No, he would protect them with his life.

Oh look! A bandit was coming. He'd have his head for sure this time!

"Come here!" Pippin cried, chasing after the bandit. "As shirriff, I demand you stop! Come here, before I send the dogs on you!" It didn't work. The bandit got away. He chased after the hobbit, managing to bulrush him. He had him! He threw him into a cell and locked the door.

No bandit would get past him now. Not one! Wait. Why was the cell door open?

Pippin groaned, "Merry, you're supposed to keep the bandit from stealing those mushrooms!"

"That's not my duty!" Merry said with a smile.

Pippin shook his head. Oh no! There was a bag. Where were the mushrooms? A mystery. A full-blown mystery, and there was the culprit eating a cooked mushroom. He moaned, seeing his cousin eat what was left in the bag.

"Come on Merry, Frodo, let me have one!" Pippin said, holding out his hand. He guessed the game was over.

Frodo smiled. "For you, Pippin. Just out of the oven."

"Mm!" Oh, how Pippin loved mushrooms. "Case solved."

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