Merry and Pippin in P.E.
P.E. was a disaster for Merry and Pippin. They were playing basketball and needless to say neither Merry nor Pippin shot anywhere close to the basket. "When's second breakfast?" cried Pippin, trying to defend the basket from a person three times bigger than him.
"I don't think they know about second breakfast, Pippin," Merry told him, in an equally hard situation with a basketball player.
"What about luncheses, tea-time, supper-time, dinner-time, afternoon tea? They know about those don't they?"
"I wouldn't count on it," Merry said, tripping over his overlarge sneakers.
"I think it's time for second breakfast," Pippin said, determinedly and sat down in the middle of the basketball game and chewed on someone's watch that had been left on the floor.
This ended when someone tripped over him causing them to fall flat on their face. "Get up," yelled the P.E. teacher, "What in the world are you doing in the middle of the floor?"
"Eating second breakfast," replied Pippin, brightly, a watch strap dangling out of his mouth.
His smile faltered as the P.E. teacher gave him a cold look. "Detention," she barked, grabbing the watch strap and pulling it out of his mouth.
All the came out was a watch strap. Pippin had eaten the rest. The teacher was speechless for a minute and then quickly pushed Pippin back into the game. Pippin decided that there was absolutely no way he was going to play this. "Let's play a Shire game, Merry," he suggested.
"CATCH!" screamed Merry.
"That's not really a Shire game, but it's funner than this," Pippin called, as the ball bounced off his head.
He ran for the ball and threw it to Merry who threw it back. There was someone in-between them. "Monkey in the middle," he yelled, grabbing the ball before the person in the middle could.
The person in the middle turned to face him. "Uh-oh," squeaked Pippin.
It was the evil flute player and she did NOT look happy. "RUN FOR IT PIPPIN!" Merry screamed.
Pippin needed no telling twice. He turned tail and ran as fast as he could from those awful mails. Merry watched his friend pelting towards the boys locker room where he could be safe. Taking off his oversized sneaker, he threw it at the evil flute player. Not smart. The evil flute player came after him, no completely enraged. "Uh-oh," said Merry and he sprinted after his friend, even faster than Pippin, pursued by the evil flute player.
The made it to the locker room just in time and slammed the door right in the evil flute player's face. "That's was close," breathed Pippin.
"Much too close," Merry replied, "and I lost a shoe."
"Who needs shoes anyway?" asked Pippin, taking his off, "Good respectable hobbit's don't wear shoes."
He immediately stepped on a pencil. "Yeowwww," he screamed, jumping around on his unhurt foot.
"Second note to self," muttered Merry, over his friends screams, "Always wear shoes in a school."
P.E. was a disaster for Merry and Pippin. They were playing basketball and needless to say neither Merry nor Pippin shot anywhere close to the basket. "When's second breakfast?" cried Pippin, trying to defend the basket from a person three times bigger than him.
"I don't think they know about second breakfast, Pippin," Merry told him, in an equally hard situation with a basketball player.
"What about luncheses, tea-time, supper-time, dinner-time, afternoon tea? They know about those don't they?"
"I wouldn't count on it," Merry said, tripping over his overlarge sneakers.
"I think it's time for second breakfast," Pippin said, determinedly and sat down in the middle of the basketball game and chewed on someone's watch that had been left on the floor.
This ended when someone tripped over him causing them to fall flat on their face. "Get up," yelled the P.E. teacher, "What in the world are you doing in the middle of the floor?"
"Eating second breakfast," replied Pippin, brightly, a watch strap dangling out of his mouth.
His smile faltered as the P.E. teacher gave him a cold look. "Detention," she barked, grabbing the watch strap and pulling it out of his mouth.
All the came out was a watch strap. Pippin had eaten the rest. The teacher was speechless for a minute and then quickly pushed Pippin back into the game. Pippin decided that there was absolutely no way he was going to play this. "Let's play a Shire game, Merry," he suggested.
"CATCH!" screamed Merry.
"That's not really a Shire game, but it's funner than this," Pippin called, as the ball bounced off his head.
He ran for the ball and threw it to Merry who threw it back. There was someone in-between them. "Monkey in the middle," he yelled, grabbing the ball before the person in the middle could.
The person in the middle turned to face him. "Uh-oh," squeaked Pippin.
It was the evil flute player and she did NOT look happy. "RUN FOR IT PIPPIN!" Merry screamed.
Pippin needed no telling twice. He turned tail and ran as fast as he could from those awful mails. Merry watched his friend pelting towards the boys locker room where he could be safe. Taking off his oversized sneaker, he threw it at the evil flute player. Not smart. The evil flute player came after him, no completely enraged. "Uh-oh," said Merry and he sprinted after his friend, even faster than Pippin, pursued by the evil flute player.
The made it to the locker room just in time and slammed the door right in the evil flute player's face. "That's was close," breathed Pippin.
"Much too close," Merry replied, "and I lost a shoe."
"Who needs shoes anyway?" asked Pippin, taking his off, "Good respectable hobbit's don't wear shoes."
He immediately stepped on a pencil. "Yeowwww," he screamed, jumping around on his unhurt foot.
"Second note to self," muttered Merry, over his friends screams, "Always wear shoes in a school."