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'I know,' said Frodo. 'But all the same,' he added with a shamefaced laugh, 'I am terrified of him and his dogs. I have avoided his farm for years and years. He caught me trespassing after mushrooms, when I was a youngster at Brandy Hall. On the last occasion he beat me, and then took me and showed me to his dogs. "See, lads," he said, "next time this young varmint sets foot on my land, you can eat him. Now see him off!" They chased me all the way to the Ferry. I have never got over the fright--though I daresay the beasts knew their business and would not have really touched me.'
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'I was nearly forgetting,' he said. 'Mrs. Maggot put this up for Mr. Baggins, with her compliments.' He handed it down and moved off, followed by a chorus of thanks and good-nights. They watched the pale rings of light round his lanterns as they dwindled into the foggy night. Suddenly Frodo laughed: from the covered basket he held, the scent of mushroom was rising.

Hobbits and their passion for mushrooms, it is just wonderful.
All I have to say for myself is that I did not go crazy enough with the hobbit-hair! WE NEED TO GO CRAZIER.

EDIT: I just realized, it's the case of the backwards hand! Haha, maaan.

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'I know,' said Frodo. 'But all the same,' he added with a shamefaced laugh, 'I am terrified of him and his dogs. I have avoided his farm for years and years. He caught me trespassing after mushrooms, when I was a youngster at Brandy Hall. On the last occasion he beat me, and then took me and showed me to his dogs. "See, lads," he said, "next time this young varmint sets foot on my land, you can eat him. Now see him off!" They chased me all the way to the Ferry. I have never got over the fright--though I daresay the beasts knew their business and would not have really touched me.'
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'I was nearly forgetting,' he said. 'Mrs. Maggot put this up for Mr. Baggins, with her compliments.' He handed it down and moved off, followed by a chorus of thanks and good-nights. They watched the pale rings of light round his lanterns as they dwindled into the foggy night. Suddenly Frodo laughed: from the covered basket he held, the scent of mushroom was rising.

Hobbits and their passion for mushrooms, it is just wonderful.
All I have to say for myself is that I did not go crazy enough with the hobbit-hair! WE NEED TO GO CRAZIER.

EDIT: I just realized, it's the case of the backwards hand! Haha, maaan.