Hobbit, Drabbled, The
2. Roast Mutton
No fire, little food: what a night! But then a light far away. "Send the burglar!"
He found them, three stupid, fat trolls. Being quite inexperienced, he still tried to burglar them.
"What's a burrahobbit got to do with my pockets? And can ya eat 'em?"
Thirteen trolls in thirteen sacks by the fire. One burrahobbit hiding in the brush. And one wizard, quite unnoticed.
First light's troll's plight, so they say.
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