"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort..."

The Name of the Hobbit living in this hole is "Amy", here this one writes down stories and more...every guest is welcome and will be greeted with a warm hello. Just dont touch my mom's old dishes!