Frodoll Journal, Part 9
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
Author's note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
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Part 9
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Today Rosie has been very busy cleaning out what she calls a "spare room." I do not know why she calls it "spare" for I had such rooms in Bag End - cozily cluttered with many mathoms. But Rosie insisted that this room is supposed to be a guest bedroom, and I can certainly see the problem. A guest would have great difficulty staying in this room -- indeed, Rosie could hardly walk in it, and the bed was covered with objects and papers.
She set me atop something called a "treadmill." It was long and broad and flat, and one end had an upright portion topped by a flat surface -- somewhat like a [/i]talan[i]. It was this flat portion upon which I sat, and I had a wonderful view of all Rosie was doing. My first impression was that this object was similar to a table -- for it was (slightly) above the ground and was piled with boxes. But as Rosie worked, it was revealed, and curiosity overcame me.
"Rosie," I asked, "what is this that I am sitting atop?"
She turned to me and smiled. "We call that a treadmill."
"What is it's purpose?" I asked, for I am always trying to learn about Rosie's world, and this large thing intrigued me.
"Oh, Frodo, you will laugh," she said, shaking her head a little. "You will think us truly absurd."
"I will not!" I said, pretending indignance. "Please tell me." And I tipped my head to the side (I know that she loves that) although I knew she would tell me regardless.
"Well, Frodo," she said, clearing the last of the boxes from the flat surface, "I shall do better than tell you. I shall show you!"
She then stooped and plugged the great thing into the wall. I have learned that this is a hallmark of "machinery." Picking me up, she stood atop the flat surface and pressed a button on the [/i]talan[i]. To my great surprise, the thing began to moan and growl, and the flat surface beneath Rosie's feet began to flow like water!
Surprisingly, she did not fall. She began to walk, and she paced her walking to match that of the moving surface. By pressing buttons on the upright portion, she was able to speed the movement, and even to tilt it so that it became a hill of sorts. After a few moments of this, she pressed still another button, and the thing grew still.
I was astonished! For a moment I simply stared at her, and she laughed, placing me back upon the upper portion.
"But what is it's purpose?" I repeated, for I could think of nothing to say that would express my incredulity.
"For exercise, Frodo."
I was amazed! "For... but! If you wish for exercise, why can you not simply go outdoors and find a path to wander? Or a hill to climb?"
Rosie threw back her head and laughed again. "Such is the nature of my kind, Frodoll. We are a silly race."
"To bring the path and the hill indoors, where the warmth of the sun and the smell of the air cannot reach you? Silly indeed!" I agreed, smiling so that she would know it was not an insult.
Rosie picked me up again then, and hugged me.
"Frodo, you make chores so much fun," she said.
I was glad I could at least provide some amusement and distraction for her -- it was a very large endeavor. She worked for the greater part of the day, and finally carried several large boxes out to something called a "garage," which I learned is the acceptable place to place old mathoms and such.
I must away to my bed now. Rosie needs my assistance in organizing her decipher cards tomorrow. She has been unable to locate a binder appropriate for the task, but has discovered a "Tupperware" container which she says just the right width and depth. I suppose I shall learn tomorrow what "Tupperware" is.
~TBC~
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
Author's note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
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Part 9
~*~*~*~*
Today Rosie has been very busy cleaning out what she calls a "spare room." I do not know why she calls it "spare" for I had such rooms in Bag End - cozily cluttered with many mathoms. But Rosie insisted that this room is supposed to be a guest bedroom, and I can certainly see the problem. A guest would have great difficulty staying in this room -- indeed, Rosie could hardly walk in it, and the bed was covered with objects and papers.
She set me atop something called a "treadmill." It was long and broad and flat, and one end had an upright portion topped by a flat surface -- somewhat like a [/i]talan[i]. It was this flat portion upon which I sat, and I had a wonderful view of all Rosie was doing. My first impression was that this object was similar to a table -- for it was (slightly) above the ground and was piled with boxes. But as Rosie worked, it was revealed, and curiosity overcame me.
"Rosie," I asked, "what is this that I am sitting atop?"
She turned to me and smiled. "We call that a treadmill."
"What is it's purpose?" I asked, for I am always trying to learn about Rosie's world, and this large thing intrigued me.
"Oh, Frodo, you will laugh," she said, shaking her head a little. "You will think us truly absurd."
"I will not!" I said, pretending indignance. "Please tell me." And I tipped my head to the side (I know that she loves that) although I knew she would tell me regardless.
"Well, Frodo," she said, clearing the last of the boxes from the flat surface, "I shall do better than tell you. I shall show you!"
She then stooped and plugged the great thing into the wall. I have learned that this is a hallmark of "machinery." Picking me up, she stood atop the flat surface and pressed a button on the [/i]talan[i]. To my great surprise, the thing began to moan and growl, and the flat surface beneath Rosie's feet began to flow like water!
Surprisingly, she did not fall. She began to walk, and she paced her walking to match that of the moving surface. By pressing buttons on the upright portion, she was able to speed the movement, and even to tilt it so that it became a hill of sorts. After a few moments of this, she pressed still another button, and the thing grew still.
I was astonished! For a moment I simply stared at her, and she laughed, placing me back upon the upper portion.
"But what is it's purpose?" I repeated, for I could think of nothing to say that would express my incredulity.
"For exercise, Frodo."
I was amazed! "For... but! If you wish for exercise, why can you not simply go outdoors and find a path to wander? Or a hill to climb?"
Rosie threw back her head and laughed again. "Such is the nature of my kind, Frodoll. We are a silly race."
"To bring the path and the hill indoors, where the warmth of the sun and the smell of the air cannot reach you? Silly indeed!" I agreed, smiling so that she would know it was not an insult.
Rosie picked me up again then, and hugged me.
"Frodo, you make chores so much fun," she said.
I was glad I could at least provide some amusement and distraction for her -- it was a very large endeavor. She worked for the greater part of the day, and finally carried several large boxes out to something called a "garage," which I learned is the acceptable place to place old mathoms and such.
I must away to my bed now. Rosie needs my assistance in organizing her decipher cards tomorrow. She has been unable to locate a binder appropriate for the task, but has discovered a "Tupperware" container which she says just the right width and depth. I suppose I shall learn tomorrow what "Tupperware" is.
~TBC~