centerbThe Coney Catcher/b/centerbrbrbr
Filthy hobbit. Cross, rude hobbit, always so mean to poor Sméagol. Now he asks, begs even, for food, for him and Master. Sméagol gets food for Master, kind Master, but for rude hobbit? Rude hobbit should starve, wallow, feel poor Sméagol's pain. He should catch food his own. But he can't, oh no, not good for food catching like Sméagol. He and his name be only half-wise, slow, suspicious. Brbr
Flowers. Cross-hobbit likes flowers: ugly, nassssssty flowers, smell, stench, oh so bad here. Revolting green, plants. Cruel yellow face, always watching. Half-wise hobbit likes flowers, pssshhhcht! He be like a flower himself. Master think him pretty, fun, but he be wicked, oh so wicked to poor Sméagol. Wicked stares he gives us. brBr
But now Sméagol must fetch food. Sméagol hungry also. Coney! Ah, I see you little rabbit, sitting by the bush, but no! Two rabbitses! Silly you be, silly little rabbitses you are not safe. You make good dinner, delicious dinner, juicy dinner! Bah! You both be in my hands now; your necks be hard to crack, but I crack them, yes I do. And now you don't fight more. You give up, foolish rabbits? You go limp. Thank you, rabbitses for cooperating so nicely. brbr
But you take two hands to hold you both, so Sméagol must walk with only his feet. Poor, tired feets that crawl so far, leading Master and Half-wise. But feet not be so tired soon. Soon we see the Lady, yes, and she invite them in for supper, though they will not eat, oh no! They will not eat a bite, nasty hobbitses. Master, Master be nice, pity poor Sméagol. Sméagol wishes not him harm. But he's a Baggins, and Bagginses be nasssssssty stealers. Keep precious from Sméagol. Master must go too.brbr
But now Sméagol bide time, waits, oh yes, we waits long. And you, foolish rabbits, you listen but you do not hear; no more hearing, no more seeing, your necks are snapped and you feel no more. There is Half-wise hobbit now! He takes rabbits, and now he wants water. Threatens Sméagol not to ruin pans. Now Sméagol thinks he should spite him, nasty Half-wise, bang his pans upon a rock. But no, must wait for spite, must wait for Mistress Lady. brbr
Good Sméagol fetch water. But be this a good Sméagol? brBr
Filthy hobbit. Cross, rude hobbit, always so mean to poor Sméagol. Now he asks, begs even, for food, for him and Master. Sméagol gets food for Master, kind Master, but for rude hobbit? Rude hobbit should starve, wallow, feel poor Sméagol's pain. He should catch food his own. But he can't, oh no, not good for food catching like Sméagol. He and his name be only half-wise, slow, suspicious. Brbr
Flowers. Cross-hobbit likes flowers: ugly, nassssssty flowers, smell, stench, oh so bad here. Revolting green, plants. Cruel yellow face, always watching. Half-wise hobbit likes flowers, pssshhhcht! He be like a flower himself. Master think him pretty, fun, but he be wicked, oh so wicked to poor Sméagol. Wicked stares he gives us. brBr
But now Sméagol must fetch food. Sméagol hungry also. Coney! Ah, I see you little rabbit, sitting by the bush, but no! Two rabbitses! Silly you be, silly little rabbitses you are not safe. You make good dinner, delicious dinner, juicy dinner! Bah! You both be in my hands now; your necks be hard to crack, but I crack them, yes I do. And now you don't fight more. You give up, foolish rabbits? You go limp. Thank you, rabbitses for cooperating so nicely. brbr
But you take two hands to hold you both, so Sméagol must walk with only his feet. Poor, tired feets that crawl so far, leading Master and Half-wise. But feet not be so tired soon. Soon we see the Lady, yes, and she invite them in for supper, though they will not eat, oh no! They will not eat a bite, nasty hobbitses. Master, Master be nice, pity poor Sméagol. Sméagol wishes not him harm. But he's a Baggins, and Bagginses be nasssssssty stealers. Keep precious from Sméagol. Master must go too.brbr
But now Sméagol bide time, waits, oh yes, we waits long. And you, foolish rabbits, you listen but you do not hear; no more hearing, no more seeing, your necks are snapped and you feel no more. There is Half-wise hobbit now! He takes rabbits, and now he wants water. Threatens Sméagol not to ruin pans. Now Sméagol thinks he should spite him, nasty Half-wise, bang his pans upon a rock. But no, must wait for spite, must wait for Mistress Lady. brbr
Good Sméagol fetch water. But be this a good Sméagol? brBr