Sometimes I wander about somewhere public, doing something on my own. Usually I watch people and only because they do the silliest things and it's occasionally funny enough to laugh about.
But I was walking the other day--Sunday actually--near the East River up toward Long Island Sound. I wanted to hear the Sound of a Long Island, after all. And I saw the damnedest creature. I suppose it wasn't so queer since I have indeed seen such a thing before.
But it was a tiny creature, no larger than four feet tall. He looked rather blue, and not because some unfortunate issue with asphyxiation. But blue in terms of emotion and feeling. And so I said to him, 'Dear Hobbit! What on Eru's green earth has gotten you so upset? Why have you come so far from your Hobbit hole?'
I'll not repeat the things he said to me in turn, as they were rather vulgar. But I find it so odd that a Hobbit would speak so ill. I had no idea they had the mind to stem together any such complex sentences, let alone insults that aren't about food in nature.
And anyway, once he insisted he was in fact a dwarf I told him he not look like one. Aren't all dwarves short and fat with beards that grow for miles? By then we had drawn a small crowd and I felt it necessary to depart.
People are so emotional. And they experience all the wrong emotions for all the wrong reasons.
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