GANDALF: THE MENTAL THERAPIST:
APPOINTMENT FOUR:
SAM'S MANIC DEPRESSION:
"Welcome, Mr. Gamgee," Gandalf said.
"Hello, Mr. Gandalf, sir," Sam replied.
"Please, don't call me 'Mr. Gandalf', I don't like the sound of being high and mighty, call me 'Dr. Gandalf.'"
"Um, okay," Sam said.
"What troubles you, Sam," Gandalf said.
"I've been unhappy, and I don't know why," Sam said, "I'm married, I have twelve kids, and I have all of Bag-Eng. As well as being a political leader at times."
"Sounds like you've been pretty important, for a gardener," Gandalf said, and then added under his breath, "Twelve kids, no wonder he's depressed."
"Well, Mr. Gandalf, sir, this all started when Mr. Frodo went away," Sam said, "And left me with his 'pet', Carmen the spider."
"Oh, yes, I've heard of her," Gandalf, "So, you miss Frodo, is that what it is?"
"Yes, we spent a lot of time together on our trip to Mordor. We spared moments, we hugged, we kissed..."
"I get the idea, Sam," Gandalf said, not wishing to have any more details on it.
"And well, I miss doing that," Sam said, "If only Rosie would get herself into a fix..."
"Ah...I see. You are suffering from manic depression, caused by being bored for an extreme long amount of time," Gandalf said.
"What do I do to get out of it," Sam asked, worried.
"Well," Gandalf said, "It just so happens, that I have another campaign planned, one that will take over a year, just like Bilbo and Frodo's adventured."
Sam's eyes widened with delight, "I'll be your first volunteer, Dr. Gandalf," He cheered.
"Good. I'll call in the morning. I have another appointment in a minute." Gandalf said, pretending to look at a watch on his wrist that didn't exist.
"Very well, Mr. Gandalf." Sam said, and took his leave.
"Grace, make a memo." Gandalf over the speaker-phone, "Get someone to release an ancient evil so Sam can battle it."
"So, did you find out what's wrong with him?" Grace asked.
"Heck no, what do I look like, a psychic?" Gandalf replied.
