Pippin's Point of view
The rain was smashing against my bedroom window and so I couldn't sleep, but I was too old to seek comfort in my parents.
I was after all 8 years old now, almost a man and well only 25 years left until I reached legal age. Couldn't take that long?!
Now, all the waiting for the rain to pass made me bored so I found my sketch-book and the new box of crayons I got for my birthday.
And as we all know, the reason why artists are always so fat, is because drawing makes them hungry and in my case it was the same, so what is a hobbit to do when he is hungry? His instinct takes him on the search for food.
So knowing I couldn't sleep on an empty stomach I sneaked out of my room and ran as silently as I could down the hall until I reached my parent's bedroom. I tip-toed past their door and was happy to see that it was dark inside.
Now my mind was set on the cookies mom saved in the green cookie-jar, but where had she placed it?
My guess was; on the highest shelf in the pentry. I hurried in to the kitchen and as carefully as I could, I pulled out a chair and placed it by the pentry.
I climbed up and there I spotted the green jar.
In excitment I forgot to be careful and jumped to grab the jar.
It fell from the shelf, but I managed to catch it and opened the lid to find the pieces of my heaven inside. (Cookies)
They were just laying there waiting to be eaten by a hungry Took.
I took one cokie, the one more, two more and three while sneezing a few times in between.
This was a feast good for the prince of Tooks and was I happy now with the best cookies ever made in Tookland, at least I thought they were.
All of a sudden I saw a little flash of light coming closer to the kitchen and I realized I was not alone with being awake.
Ahh I had to hide!
I jumped off the chair, with the jar in my arms and like a squirrel I was quickly under the table curled up like a ball to avoid being seen.
I tried not to breath, but after a few seconds I realized I needed the oxygen.