Sometimes when we see a Hobbit in today's world, he reminds us of someone out of the past. A time traveller perhaps. But then when you think about it more, it is mostly because the Hobbit comes from a land without all of the gadgets and doo-dads that you see filling our store fronts today, and they are simply not accustomed too such excess.
These very thoughts crossed my mind as I crossed Bilbo's path again today as I neared the egress point of Old Town intending to leave the safety of the the city walls. There he was, as short as ever, and decked out in his army-camo vest, sporting his guns. At first I wondered how on Middle Earth a hobbit could get a pair of arms like that, but then I realized with all the farming and whatnot, it is quite obvious- like Powder.
I decided to cross the street and observe for a bit. I watched as he perused the few racks set outside of a small shop on sale for ,99 euros. He really seemed to enjoy the fly swatters. He pulled out a few different ones, even though they were all identical aside from the color of the plastic. Practicing his swing with each to find the best fit, he gave himself a tap on the ass, amusing not only himself, verily, but me as well. He gave a few expert swings at an imaginary fly, amusing himself even further as I judged by his laughter.
Ooooh, hobbits.
"Probably the earliest fly swatters were nothing more than some sort of striking surface attached to the end of a long stick."
- Deep Thoughts, Jack Handey
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