Pippin gagged. It was purple, with pink flowers on the straps. (As you know, it didn't look anything like what we wear today, because real swimming suits weren't invented back in Pip's day) He had to WEAR it. It was a hobbit-lad's worst nightmare (even worse than a drowning-dream!).

"Yes, that's it. Try it on to see if it fits, and I'll be in your room. I want to see it on you," Pippin's mother said, and Pip jumped. Oh. No. Pippin thought.

"But-----" Pippin said, but, again, his mother had already left. This was torture. How could she DO this to him, he thought, I'm her SON! I think I shall cry soon!

Pip looked back at the ugly piece of cloth. It was horrible. It was nothing a hobbit-lad would wear. A tear trickled down Pippin's cheek. It was more like a dress, as all hobbit-lass's suits are. Hobbit lad's looked more . mature!

He cringed as he started putting it on. Merry and Frodo will never forgive me for this! Pip thought. Another tear dripped down his face. Then, he wondered if his lessons would be alone. Or would they be with the younger hobbit-lads who wet themselves in the swimming-hole? They, at least, would have decent swimming suits.

He closed his eyes when he reached his room. The suit was tight on him. Merry and Frodo were crying. He heard a series of thumping on the ground, and Pippin opened one eye to see that Frodo was thumping his fist against the floor.

"Mrs. Took-giggle-may I-gasp- use your restroom?" Merry choked out hysterically.

"Yes, boys. Stop it though. You should be ashamed of yourselves," He heard his mother say.

"I think that I will ask Saradoc (Merry's father) for a better suit. It doesn't seem to fit you!" Said his mother. Pippin almost cried not of sadness, but of rejoice.

"Or maybe I could take of the flowers. and then I could sew it so it fits!" She said, and Pippin's heart dropped lower than the ugly THING that was on him now (which was just above his knee).

"I think it would be a great idea to ask someone for a better----" Pippin started, but his mother yet again interrupted.

"I know! In the cellar your father kept some belongings. Maybe he has a better-fitting suit. I will go check," She said, and disappeared around the small and dark hallway.

She returned shortly, as the cellar was not too big, and all of the possessions of one person were kept in one individual crate. To Pip's horror, she returned with something so hideous, that he nearly threw up.

She was holding up a dress-like bathing suit, only it was more lad-like (thankfully for Pippin's behalf), but was so ugly that Pippin chocked back tears again.

It was like a very mediocre patchwork quilt. The sides had a sickly green set of patches, and the sleeves were a bright yellow. The collar was a mix of squared tints of orange, had purple polka dots. The leggings were all mixed; it was made of every color imaginable, but it seemed to Pippin that they were purposely placed together so that they were set by a patch that did not match the one next to it. It was worse than Pearl's suit by far.

The worst thing was that it looked exactly the right size for Pip. And, when he did try on the smelly disgusting thing, this theory proved unfortunately right. Another tear trickled down Peregrin's cheek as he watched his friends laugh at him. And, he thought, there will be many more laughs to come .

"Why do you laugh at me? It isn't my fault! I do not wish to speak with you in a while. Please ...LEAVE!" Pippin shouted at his "friends." Then he ran off to his older sister's room, which was lockable and empty.

************Please tell me how you like it! Or Hate it. It doesn't matter ... Well, I should tell you that the year of this story is in (Shire reckoning) the year 1400.Pippin is 10. Thanks for reviewing. More Soon. Please correct me if I'm wrong about anything in Middle-Earth. *********************