Chapter 1: The Ale
Pippin= Tom Sawyer
Frodo= Huckleberry Finn
Merry= Joe Harper
Sam= Willie Mufferson
Siniver = Becky
Cwbrylla = Aunt Polly
Gwevyan = Mary
Gandalf = Priest
Legolas = Doc Robinson
Gimili = Indian Joe
Boromir = Muff Potter
Aragorn = Judge Thatcher
Driarry = Sid
"Pippin!"
No answer.
"Pippin!?"
No answer.
" I wonder where I went wrong with that boy, I wonder? You, Pippin!"
No answer.
The older women put down her gardening hoe. She looked carefully around the hobbit-hole. There weren't many things a young boy could do.
" When I get my hands on that boy I'll-." But she did not have time to finish for the dog had started digging in her garden.
" Shoo, shoo. I never did understand that boy." Aunt Cwbrylla said.
Just then she heard a noise behind her. She turned in time to seize the boy who had just tumbled out of a bush.
" There I should have known you would hide in there. Now what were you doing c'mon out with it?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing! Look at your mouth! Look at your shirt! What is that?"
" I don't know, Aunt Cwbrylla." Pippin said with an innocent look.
" Well I know. It's ale. The good ale too! Oh Pippin you know that's for the guests. This is going to earn you one whip. Now hand me that strap.
The leather strap hung in the corner with all the other gardening supplies. It was used on Pippin when he got out of hand. Which was pretty often.
Pippin handed it to her without a sign of fear on his face. Just as she was about to strike him he said in a gentle voice,
" You might want to stop the dog before striking me Aunt."
Cwbrylla turned around but there was no dog. When she turned back Pippin was already over the fence.
Cwbrylla chuckled to herself awhile before saying, " In all my days I ain't never seen any child more mischievous. That's the third time this week he's tricked me. He'll keep tricking me 'til the end of my days I suppose. But he won't come home to help me. Instead he'll go to the Green Dragon. That's when I'll get him."
Pippin didn't return to do his chores. So at dinner Cwbrylla was trying to pin him.
" Mighty hot today, wasn't it?"
" I suppose."
"Must have been thirsty doing all your chores?"
" No not really, well kinda."
" Did you go down by the stream like your supposed too?"
" Yes Aunt, I did."
" Didn't go to the Green Dragon did you?"
" No, may I be excused Aunt?"
Cwbrylla thought of no more questions. So she agreed, and Pippin left.
"Aunt Cwbrylla when Pippin talked his breath was the smell of ale." Driarry said.
" Oh really, we'll just see. PIPPIN!!"
Pippin came back down and his breath did smell like ale. So as a punishment he had to weed the garden tomorrow.
Pippin went storming out of his hole. He was heading toward Bywater when he came across a new hobbit. This hobbit was finely dressed, with his hair nice and neat. He was one people would call a "model hobbit". As far as Pippin knew they hated each other. They circled one and other for a while before the new hobbit spoke.
"My name is Samwise Gamgee. Yours would be?"
"Pippin Took. So you got nice clothes. So what. I still could beat you up."
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah"
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah"
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah"
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah"
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah"
"Well let's just see how tough you are. Come on. Make my day."
Pippin ran toward Sam and knocked him off his feet. The two fought for about five minutes. In the end Sam came out of it with a few bruises and cut as he ran toward home. Pippin came out of it with a black eye and victorious.
Pippin= Tom Sawyer
Frodo= Huckleberry Finn
Merry= Joe Harper
Sam= Willie Mufferson
Siniver = Becky
Cwbrylla = Aunt Polly
Gwevyan = Mary
Gandalf = Priest
Legolas = Doc Robinson
Gimili = Indian Joe
Boromir = Muff Potter
Aragorn = Judge Thatcher
Driarry = Sid
"Pippin!"
No answer.
"Pippin!?"
No answer.
" I wonder where I went wrong with that boy, I wonder? You, Pippin!"
No answer.
The older women put down her gardening hoe. She looked carefully around the hobbit-hole. There weren't many things a young boy could do.
" When I get my hands on that boy I'll-." But she did not have time to finish for the dog had started digging in her garden.
" Shoo, shoo. I never did understand that boy." Aunt Cwbrylla said.
Just then she heard a noise behind her. She turned in time to seize the boy who had just tumbled out of a bush.
" There I should have known you would hide in there. Now what were you doing c'mon out with it?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing! Look at your mouth! Look at your shirt! What is that?"
" I don't know, Aunt Cwbrylla." Pippin said with an innocent look.
" Well I know. It's ale. The good ale too! Oh Pippin you know that's for the guests. This is going to earn you one whip. Now hand me that strap.
The leather strap hung in the corner with all the other gardening supplies. It was used on Pippin when he got out of hand. Which was pretty often.
Pippin handed it to her without a sign of fear on his face. Just as she was about to strike him he said in a gentle voice,
" You might want to stop the dog before striking me Aunt."
Cwbrylla turned around but there was no dog. When she turned back Pippin was already over the fence.
Cwbrylla chuckled to herself awhile before saying, " In all my days I ain't never seen any child more mischievous. That's the third time this week he's tricked me. He'll keep tricking me 'til the end of my days I suppose. But he won't come home to help me. Instead he'll go to the Green Dragon. That's when I'll get him."
Pippin didn't return to do his chores. So at dinner Cwbrylla was trying to pin him.
" Mighty hot today, wasn't it?"
" I suppose."
"Must have been thirsty doing all your chores?"
" No not really, well kinda."
" Did you go down by the stream like your supposed too?"
" Yes Aunt, I did."
" Didn't go to the Green Dragon did you?"
" No, may I be excused Aunt?"
Cwbrylla thought of no more questions. So she agreed, and Pippin left.
"Aunt Cwbrylla when Pippin talked his breath was the smell of ale." Driarry said.
" Oh really, we'll just see. PIPPIN!!"
Pippin came back down and his breath did smell like ale. So as a punishment he had to weed the garden tomorrow.
Pippin went storming out of his hole. He was heading toward Bywater when he came across a new hobbit. This hobbit was finely dressed, with his hair nice and neat. He was one people would call a "model hobbit". As far as Pippin knew they hated each other. They circled one and other for a while before the new hobbit spoke.
"My name is Samwise Gamgee. Yours would be?"
"Pippin Took. So you got nice clothes. So what. I still could beat you up."
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah"
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah"
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah"
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah"
"Oh yeah."
"Yeah"
"Well let's just see how tough you are. Come on. Make my day."
Pippin ran toward Sam and knocked him off his feet. The two fought for about five minutes. In the end Sam came out of it with a few bruises and cut as he ran toward home. Pippin came out of it with a black eye and victorious.