During my early years I experienced great hardship. I and my litter mates were raised by my mom in the potato cellar of a potato farmer. Potatoes, potatoes, potatoes. All we got to eat were potatoes. I resolved to escape the potato life, and set out on my own while still a young kit. I found my way to the Prancing Pony, and there I also found all sorts of food!!! I have been very happy there. And then…. I heard rumors. Rumors of war, of orcs, of food shortages. I couldn’t bear the thought of going back to eating only potatoes, or something worse!
So… One day some hobbits came through Bree, and I heard whispers of their quest. They would help stop the food shortages! I followed along and hid in the pack of the one they called Mary –(a silly name). This went on for a while. There were lots of adventures, and I always found food to eat in the pack.
Then it happened. There was a big battle. I jumped from Mary’s pack and bit some bit guy wearing a black outfit in the leg. Someone stabbed him. He died. Long story short… we won. There were no food shortages. In fact, there were some huge pumpkins harvested the next year.
That was my early life and how it affected my role in the .. the… [Louie slipped him a note]…the War of the Ring.
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