A Haggard Hobbit.

[Benny_Fool 80]

Once again, Felix Featherfoot stumbles out of the woods that ring Lenfarthing. Across his back there is a well worn brown sack with a small load inside of it. His cloak is worn through in several places, and his hair is messy and curiously singed in patches across his head. He shrugs the bag off, and begins to dig through it. Slowly, a look of distress comes over his face, and he begins to furiously rummage through the contents of the sack. As he dumps the bag out, he notices a small flaw in the bag; a fistsized hole in the bottom.

 

He had found his prize, the opulent hops, and he had lost it. Because of a hole. Felix screams in anger, beats the ground in a very un-hobbitlike manner, and begins to cry deeply into the meshed weave of the bag. He'd lost it. He'd wasted all of his effort.

 

Off in the world on a particularly dark backwater road, a small clump of golden shaded hops lays in the mud.

 

((I'm back!))

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.