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Mar. 4th, 2005
Planning Ahead
Mar. 4th, 2005 11:00 pm"I'm coming, too," Pippin said, ignoring the looks the other conspirators shared across their mugs of beer.
"Now, Mr. Pippin," Sam said, reasonably.
"It's no use, Sam," he answered cheerfully. "I'll raise such a fuss as you've never seen if you don't let me come, and then what will you do?"
His cousins met this ultimatum with roars of laughter.
"More fuss than the time he wanted that pony, do you think?" snorted Folco.
"Or when he squalled for that last piece of pie?" asked Fatty.
"Or when…" Merry began.
Pippin sighed and drank his beer, thinking of another plan.
"Now, Mr. Pippin," Sam said, reasonably.
"It's no use, Sam," he answered cheerfully. "I'll raise such a fuss as you've never seen if you don't let me come, and then what will you do?"
His cousins met this ultimatum with roars of laughter.
"More fuss than the time he wanted that pony, do you think?" snorted Folco.
"Or when he squalled for that last piece of pie?" asked Fatty.
"Or when…" Merry began.
Pippin sighed and drank his beer, thinking of another plan.
Planning Ahead
Mar. 4th, 2005 11:00 pm"I'm coming, too," Pippin said, ignoring the looks the other conspirators shared across their mugs of beer.
"Now, Mr. Pippin," Sam said, reasonably.
"It's no use, Sam," he answered cheerfully. "I'll raise such a fuss as you've never seen if you don't let me come, and then what will you do?"
His cousins met this ultimatum with roars of laughter.
"More fuss than the time he wanted that pony, do you think?" snorted Folco.
"Or when he squalled for that last piece of pie?" asked Fatty.
"Or when…" Merry began.
Pippin sighed and drank his beer, thinking of another plan.
"Now, Mr. Pippin," Sam said, reasonably.
"It's no use, Sam," he answered cheerfully. "I'll raise such a fuss as you've never seen if you don't let me come, and then what will you do?"
His cousins met this ultimatum with roars of laughter.
"More fuss than the time he wanted that pony, do you think?" snorted Folco.
"Or when he squalled for that last piece of pie?" asked Fatty.
"Or when…" Merry began.
Pippin sighed and drank his beer, thinking of another plan.