I congratulated us all on another good day of walking. We managed to plod eight miles through the slop of the Midgewater Marshes. The sugar water did the trick, although now I feel terrible for doing that. Luckily, Sam and Frodo found that rubbing mud on our skin helped to discourage the Neekerbreekers, so now we all look like anthills sitting here on the ground. We shall have a good bath in the nearest source of water once we get out of these Marshes!
[ June 27, 2003: Message edited by: Horse-Maiden of the Shire ]
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"There's a big...machine in the sky...some kind of electric snake...coming straight at us."
"Shoot it," said my attorney.
"Not yet...I want to study its habits."
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