The Shire
'If you wannabe my lover,
You gotta get with my friends…'
The little hobbit tore his eyes away from his gay porn magazine and listened. He recognised that voice…
'Make it last forever,
Friendship never ends…'
He ran through the trees and peered out across the road as the horse-carriage full of fireworks ambled slowly towards him, a tall grey wizard signing passionately as he drove it.
"You're late," the hobbit told him firmly, though he smiled as he said it.
The old wizard stopped singing and looked up. "A wizard is never late, Frieda Leaf. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
Since they were both stoned out of their heads, they stood laughing for hours until Frieda leapt into the wizards arms and cried, "It's wonderful to see you, Ganja!"
Frieda accompanied Ganja into the little Hobbit village called the Shire, talking sweetly of memories past as they went.
"Remember when you drank that acid and got so high you thought you shouted 'I'M A GOLDEN GOD!' from my rooftop and jumped into the cesspool?"
"Um… no."
Soon, Frieda went back to his gay porn and Ganja decided to pay a visit to Frieda's uncle, Dildo Slaggins…
(damn, this chapters short…)