Frodo Friday
Chapter 2 Pop Tarts Aren't Just For Breakfast
I trudged down my driveway and into the street. As soon as I was out of sight of my house, I took off my backpack and placed it on the ground. I unzipped it to find Frodo comfortably sitting there snacking on a sandwich. "Frodo!" I said. "That's my lunch!"
"Well at least you ate breakfast this morning," he replied. "I didn't even get a bite! And when's second breakfast?"
"We don't normally have second breakfast here," I replied. "We're not hobbits. I guess I'll have to buy lunch today - I hope I have some extra money. Now get out of my backpack! I'm not lugging you all the way to school." Frodo sulked as he struggled out of my backpack and onto the pavement.
"It's a good thing I just bought this huge backpack," I added. "Otherwise you'd never fit. You'd have to sit in my closet all day. Now you get to come to school and meet all my friends."
"What are your friends names?" Frodo asked as we continued to walk.
"Well there's Lila, Sarina, Emma, Karyna, Mollie, Elizabeth, Tory, Nina, Devra, Erin, Taylor, Kathrine, Nikita..."
"Okay," said Frodo. I'm guessing he wouldn't be able to remember them all.
"I guess I'll just have to tell my teachers that you're my cousin who's visiting for the day or something," I said. "Let's hope that they believe me."
"About your friends," Frodo asked. "Can you tell me a bit about each of them? I don't want to be too confused."
"Okay, well there's Sarina - she's a Legolas fan, but she doesn't hate you...Lila doesn't hate you either but she's not a fan on anyone except Gollum...Emma likes elves...Karyna likes Gimli but doesn't hate you...Mollie doesn't like Lord of the Rings...Elizabeth doesn't either...Tory's an elf fan, too...you'll want to watch out for Nina - she might be too much of a fan, if that's possible..."
"Thanks, I guess," said a confused Frodo.
"Wait! There's more!" I added. "Nikita thinks you're cool but not as cool as - OH MY GOSH!" I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Not as cool as oh my gosh? Huh?" asked Frodo as I grabbed him and pulled the two of us behind a tree.
"Shhh!" I whispered as I peeked out from behind the tree. "There he is!"
"Who?" Frodo asked.
"Pop Tart," I whispered as I pointed across the street. A boy was walking towards the school.
"Pop Tart?" asked Frodo. "Who's Pop Tart? And what kind of a name is that? It's so weird."
"Frankie is well...he's...just...and you shouldn't be talking Mr. I-Have-An- Even-Weirder-Name."
"Oh. I think I get it."
"Really?"
"YOU LOVE POP TART!" cried Frodo as laughed and jumped out from behind the tree. I leaped after him and grabbed his shirt. Pop Tart turned around and stared.
"Uh...hi..." I said. "Don't mind my...uh...cousin, heh heh. He's just...uh...being loud." Pop Tart grunted and walked away.
"You almost revealed my secret!" I hissed at Frodo. "I can't believe you! You're lucky that his real name isn't Pop Tart and that's only his code name!"
"You humans sure confuse me!" said Frodo. "No second breakfast, code names, these awful baggy pants..." he whined as he looked down at the clothes he was wearing.
"I'm sorry, but that was your only choice!" I grumbled. "Look, there's the school ahead. We're almost there. And for the rest of the day, NO GOOFING OFF!"
"Okay, okay!" said Frodo. "By the way, what's Pop Tart's real name?"
"That's for me to know and you to hopefully NEVER find out."
Chapter 2 Pop Tarts Aren't Just For Breakfast
I trudged down my driveway and into the street. As soon as I was out of sight of my house, I took off my backpack and placed it on the ground. I unzipped it to find Frodo comfortably sitting there snacking on a sandwich. "Frodo!" I said. "That's my lunch!"
"Well at least you ate breakfast this morning," he replied. "I didn't even get a bite! And when's second breakfast?"
"We don't normally have second breakfast here," I replied. "We're not hobbits. I guess I'll have to buy lunch today - I hope I have some extra money. Now get out of my backpack! I'm not lugging you all the way to school." Frodo sulked as he struggled out of my backpack and onto the pavement.
"It's a good thing I just bought this huge backpack," I added. "Otherwise you'd never fit. You'd have to sit in my closet all day. Now you get to come to school and meet all my friends."
"What are your friends names?" Frodo asked as we continued to walk.
"Well there's Lila, Sarina, Emma, Karyna, Mollie, Elizabeth, Tory, Nina, Devra, Erin, Taylor, Kathrine, Nikita..."
"Okay," said Frodo. I'm guessing he wouldn't be able to remember them all.
"I guess I'll just have to tell my teachers that you're my cousin who's visiting for the day or something," I said. "Let's hope that they believe me."
"About your friends," Frodo asked. "Can you tell me a bit about each of them? I don't want to be too confused."
"Okay, well there's Sarina - she's a Legolas fan, but she doesn't hate you...Lila doesn't hate you either but she's not a fan on anyone except Gollum...Emma likes elves...Karyna likes Gimli but doesn't hate you...Mollie doesn't like Lord of the Rings...Elizabeth doesn't either...Tory's an elf fan, too...you'll want to watch out for Nina - she might be too much of a fan, if that's possible..."
"Thanks, I guess," said a confused Frodo.
"Wait! There's more!" I added. "Nikita thinks you're cool but not as cool as - OH MY GOSH!" I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Not as cool as oh my gosh? Huh?" asked Frodo as I grabbed him and pulled the two of us behind a tree.
"Shhh!" I whispered as I peeked out from behind the tree. "There he is!"
"Who?" Frodo asked.
"Pop Tart," I whispered as I pointed across the street. A boy was walking towards the school.
"Pop Tart?" asked Frodo. "Who's Pop Tart? And what kind of a name is that? It's so weird."
"Frankie is well...he's...just...and you shouldn't be talking Mr. I-Have-An- Even-Weirder-Name."
"Oh. I think I get it."
"Really?"
"YOU LOVE POP TART!" cried Frodo as laughed and jumped out from behind the tree. I leaped after him and grabbed his shirt. Pop Tart turned around and stared.
"Uh...hi..." I said. "Don't mind my...uh...cousin, heh heh. He's just...uh...being loud." Pop Tart grunted and walked away.
"You almost revealed my secret!" I hissed at Frodo. "I can't believe you! You're lucky that his real name isn't Pop Tart and that's only his code name!"
"You humans sure confuse me!" said Frodo. "No second breakfast, code names, these awful baggy pants..." he whined as he looked down at the clothes he was wearing.
"I'm sorry, but that was your only choice!" I grumbled. "Look, there's the school ahead. We're almost there. And for the rest of the day, NO GOOFING OFF!"
"Okay, okay!" said Frodo. "By the way, what's Pop Tart's real name?"
"That's for me to know and you to hopefully NEVER find out."