When Bilbo Baggins woke up that morning, he'd had to take a second look at the calendar. It couldn't possibly be Friday the 1st of Summerfilth. That was impossible! He'd flipped over a page. Saturday the 2nd of Summerfilth, then Sunday the 3rd. It appeared the impossible had happened. If it truly was Friday the 1st of Summerfilth, he had a lot of work to do.
As Bilbo opened the front door of Bag End he noticed the old Gammer next door doing cartwheels on her lawn. Across the street, a youngster could be seen eating his hat. Several rather large hobbits he hadn't seen before were outside trimming rose bushes or mowing their lawns. It was a scene of frantic activity and outrageous stupidity.
Bilbo put on his jacket upside-down and proceeded to carry his pony all the way to the Hobbiton Market, where he was paid by a storekeeper to purchase enough oatmeal to live off for the week. As he carried his pony back to Bagshot Row, Bilbo realized he'd forgotten something. He took off his boots and put them on his hands. Mounting his pony, he rode it all the way home while doing a handstand on its back.
As Gandalf strolled through the Shire, just going about his business, he watched all the hobbits doing silly things with a slight smile of interest. He began to wonder if he'd been just a bit over-mischievous for April fools...
