Thunder storm and Food
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings Tolkien does, and New Line Cinema owns the movies.
Five year old Pippin was sitting down at the dining room table eating dinner. The roasted chicken tasted scrumptious, the mash potato tasted smooth and buttery, and the sweet potato and the corn on the cob tasted sweet especially with the butter on them, but the best part of the dinner was the fried mushrooms. The fried mushrooms were so delicious that he thought he never ate anything better in his life accept for sweets. He also drank some lemonade.
He was in the middle of eating his dinner and enjoying it when out of no where he heard a very loud thunder.
Pippin suddenly woke up and realized that he was in his bed hugging his stuffed dog. The room was completely dark except for the flashes of light that was showing through the round window. He also saw rain falling down furiously outside, and hitting the window like pebbles. The wind was howling like ghosts, and each loud crash of thunder made him flinch and squeeze his stuffed dog tighter.
Another particularly loud thunder made him run out of his guest bedroom and into Merry's. He shook Merry awake.
Merry saw Pippin standing in front of him with a stuffed dog in his right hand.
"What is it?" Merry asked, groggily.
"There is a thunder storm, and I'm scared," Pippin said while he shook with fear.
There were also a few tears in his eyes.
Merry saw how frightened his little cousin was and immediately wrapped his arms around him to comfort him and ease his fear of the storm.
"Shush, Pippin. There is nothing to be afraid of; the storm can't hurt you."
"Yes it is, it is trying to get in."
"It cannot get in the walls are too strong; they will protect us from the storm. You are safe here."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure, the walls are made out bricks and brick walls are very hard to break."
"I believe you Merry, but the noises are still scary. Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Merry lifted Pippin and put him on his bed. He tucked the blankets around him and his stuffed dog.
Pippin tried to fall asleep, but the sounds of the storm made him flinch and burrow himself closer to Merry.
"I can't sleep Merry," he complained.
"I can't sleep either," said Merry. "The storm is too loud. Why don't we talk about some wonderful things to get our minds off this storm?"
"I had a really nice dream; would you like to hear about it, Merry?" Pippin asked.
"Yes," said Merry.
"I sat at the table that was filled with all kinds of food including roasted chicken, fried mushrooms, corn on the cob etc. Everything on that table was delicious especially the mushrooms."
Pippin continued to talk about the dream. He described the dream so well that it made Merry hungry.
"That was a very nice dream," said Merry. "I had a nice dream too."
Merry began to tell Pippin his dream.
"I was sitting at the dining room table eating dessert. The chocolate cake tasted so chocolaty that I thought I never tasted anything more delicious. I also ate some chocolate chip cookies. I love it when they come fresh from the oven all gooey and chocolate. When I bit into a crisp snow white apple it tasted sweet. The best part of the dessert was the blue berry muffin. The blue berry muffin was so scrumptious that not even Mrs. Bolger's muffins tasted any better. I drank some fruit juice which was made out of apples, grapes, and strawberries."
Pippin was so absorbed into listening to Merry describe his dream that his fears over the thunderstorm was fading.
"Your dream is nicer than mine," said Pippin.
He fell asleep and dreamed about eating dessert that Merry described while Merry was dreaming about eating the food that Pippin described.
The End.