This, mis compadres, is a 55 word fiction. My friend, Ms. 'Aragorn's Love Slave' and I recently got into writing them. They're basically little diddies that hold no meaning or sincerity *most of the time* and are pretty fun. Anyway...

All these characters are Tolkein's or God's *the cow*.

And the last phrase is MINE. ALL. MINE.

COWS AND HOBBITS

The cow jumped over the moon.

And landed roughly on the other side.

A hobbit came up and poked it with a stick.

"Ow, dammit!" The cow glared at the Hobbit.

"Wha'd you do that for?"

The Hobbit smiled

"I like you, let's go out to the West and forget all this."

They frolicked away.