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Subject: A detective in the making


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Sam
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Date Posted: 16:50:38 04/08/02 Mon

A week had gone by so far of helping around the house and he was exhausted. He had begun to realise how much she did. Of course that didn’t mean that he was going to take more work off her shoulders and work harder. Of course not, he was the mayor! He said allowed to himself “I am an arse” at which point his little daughter, Ryna, said “I thought your name was Samwise daddy?” looking so puzzled that Sam laughed, swung her on his back and told her not to worry about it. And just to make sure she definitely forgot so as not to repeat this to her mother, he took her for a piggyback round the house with Ryna giggling all the way.
After they had gone twice round the house they were called in for second lunch. A huge spread with a roast boar set in the middle as a centrepiece. Vegetables smothered with butter, mouth watering roast potatoes and a huge gravy boat full of delicious gravy (obviously) all pots were steaming from just coming out of the oven and Sam realised he was extremely hungry after having just 3 jacket potatoes 2hours ago!!
Sam washed his hands at the sink (getting in the way of Rosie, his wife) and sat down at the head of the long table waiting for the troops to appear.
From all directions at that point Sam could hear many voices and pairs of feet as all of his children walked or were carried in and sat down round the table leaving a space for their mother. It was pandemonium with each child having a different conversation with one another and each trying to be heard over everyone else. This happened every mealtime.
Looking round the table Sam could see each of his children looking healthy and happy. Elanor, age six now, then Ryna, Frodo, Rose, the twins, Merry and Pippin and finally baby Goldilocks.
Rosie took in a huge breath and shouted “QUIET!” everyone shut up and looked towards their mum. In a quieter voice she said “say grace” everyone round the table put their hands together, bent their heads down and said in unison “GRACE”. With that everyone grabbed forks and spoons and began ladling as much food on their plate as possible.
Within the hour all the food had disappeared as if an army of locusts had come in and devoured it all. Belching Sam patted his tummy and asked what everybody would be doing this afternoon. “Frodo is going with J…” but what Frodo was going to do with someone whos name begins with J they never found out as Ryna had just screwed her face up in pain and yelped. Sam using his amazing detecting skills came to the conclusion that she had been kicked by Frodo as he didn’t want everyone to know what he was doing that afternoon. Feeling pleased with himself that he figured this out all by himself he was about to ask questions when he was cut off by Elanor "I’ll help you tidy up mummy." and everyone left, before they were roped in to help.

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