Chapter Three
The Recess of Hobbits
"Wow, Hobbit! It's hot here!" complained Pippin.
"Um. Mr. Frodo, is-----" Sam asked in a hesitate voice and ignored Pippin.
"No complains! We are living in an equally world. So, that's means, we are equal, if we don't complain, you don't have to complain either." Frodo interrupted his poetry gardener and started to enjoy his little speech.
"But Mr. Frodo." again, it was Sam the faithful gardener.
"So, you see, it should be like that. We are suppose to be the same, we are suppose to share everything, even the temperature that you just felt. Sharing is a key to solve the problems. For example, if you felt hot, as a friend, I know it's your burden, so we could share our ice cream with you as the key to solve this hot problem." Frodo was obviously immersed in this factitious speech.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked in whispers.
"Any question about the sharing problem?"
"No, I mean, is Hobbit an interjection?"
"Sure", Frodo said confidently, "it is. wait for me consider about it."
Twenty minutes later.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Hobbit is an interjection. See here?" Frodo point to a word with the length of one meter for each letter, "Hobbit: int. and non. A summon of food, or the richness. Example."
"Such an honor to have a friend like this." Merry whispered.
"Yup, a very complicated philosopher." Answered Pippin.
There, at the top of a twenty meters high hill, was the small world for its suitable students. As the Hobbits climbing the hill, the recess was farther, and the time for truth was closer.
The Recess of Hobbits
"Wow, Hobbit! It's hot here!" complained Pippin.
"Um. Mr. Frodo, is-----" Sam asked in a hesitate voice and ignored Pippin.
"No complains! We are living in an equally world. So, that's means, we are equal, if we don't complain, you don't have to complain either." Frodo interrupted his poetry gardener and started to enjoy his little speech.
"But Mr. Frodo." again, it was Sam the faithful gardener.
"So, you see, it should be like that. We are suppose to be the same, we are suppose to share everything, even the temperature that you just felt. Sharing is a key to solve the problems. For example, if you felt hot, as a friend, I know it's your burden, so we could share our ice cream with you as the key to solve this hot problem." Frodo was obviously immersed in this factitious speech.
"Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked in whispers.
"Any question about the sharing problem?"
"No, I mean, is Hobbit an interjection?"
"Sure", Frodo said confidently, "it is. wait for me consider about it."
Twenty minutes later.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Hobbit is an interjection. See here?" Frodo point to a word with the length of one meter for each letter, "Hobbit: int. and non. A summon of food, or the richness. Example."
"Such an honor to have a friend like this." Merry whispered.
"Yup, a very complicated philosopher." Answered Pippin.
There, at the top of a twenty meters high hill, was the small world for its suitable students. As the Hobbits climbing the hill, the recess was farther, and the time for truth was closer.