Don't Believe In ENTS?

So Don't Believe In Ents?


Well, I went out to St Francis in Gulf Breeze, Fl. yesterday  and look at what I saw.  A Great Big Ent flexing his muscles.  And wearing a Huge Cross around his neck.  So There!  You've seen an Ent ;-)


Cheers!
~ Bilbo ~

We Are Plain Quiet Folk And I Have No Use For Adventures

  All that the unsuspecting Bilbo saw that morning was an old man with a staff.  He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver scarf over which his long white beard hung down below his waist, and immense black boots.
  'Good morning!' said Bilbo and he meant it.  The sun was shining, and the grass was very green.  But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
  'What do you mean?' he said.  'Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?'
  'All of them at once,' said Bilbo.  'And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain.  If you have a pipe about you, sit down and have a fill of mine!  There's no hurry, we have all the day before us!'  Then Bilbo sat down on a seat by his door, crossed his legs, and blew out a beautiful grey ring of smoke that sailed up into the air without breaking and floated away over The Hill.
  'Very pretty!' said Gandalf.  'But I have no time to blow smoke-rings this morning.  I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone.'
  'I should think so--in these parts!  We are plain quiet folk and I have no use for adventures.  Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things!  Make you late for dinner!  I can't think what anybody sees in them,' said our Mr Baggins, then stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger smoke-ring.  Then he took out his morning letters, and began to read, pretending to take no more notice of the old man.  He had decided that he was not quite his sort, and wanted him to go away.  But the old man did not move.  He stood leaning on his stick and gazing at the hobbit without saying anything, till Bilbo got quite uncomfortable and even a little cross.
  'Good morning!'  he said at last.  'We don't want any adventures here, thank you!  You might try over The Hill or across The Water.'  By this he meant that the conversation was at an end.
  'What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!'  said Gandalf.  'Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off.'
  'Not at all, not at all, my dear sir!  Let me see, I don't think I know your name?'


Cheers!
~Bilbo~