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The Horror of Runnyeye
The clouds were thick over the Thicket,
I was in the Vale, showing my stick to Meeka Diggs When I got the message from Wubblefarven, the Mayor's Chief Guy. The message that would claim the lives of four innocent young hobbits, and forever change my life. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] We met in the Fool's Gold, and Wubble was fast to give me my pre-contract beverage [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] With my thirst quenched... barely, I turned to Wubble "What's the word?" I asked. Already, I could feel my toes curling He was fidgety... something was definitely wrong. Usually he complained when I asked for twenty bottles. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] I am writing this not in a search for fame But as a warning to all who go after me: Do not investigate the horrors of Runnyeye! This is a cautionary tale, not meant for the faint of heart. For even recalling those hours of terrors sends beads of sweat like permafrost ice jittering down my spine... | ||
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