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Ballyhocks and 
the Three Hobbits

 


Once upon a time there was a balrog called Ballyhocks who got lost in the woods. After a long, tiring walk he came to a clearing among the trees, and in the clearing there was a cute house which belonged to three hobbits. The hobbits were out picking mushrooms, so Ballyhocks went into the empty house On the kitchen table, he found three bowls of porridge: one big, one of medium size and one small. First he tasted the porridge in the big bowl, but it was too hot. Then he tasted the porridge in the medium-sized bowl, but it was too cold. Then he tasted the porridge in the little bowl, and it was just right, though that circumstance is a bit of a thermodynamic riddle since it should have been even colder than the porridge in the medium-sized bowl. Anyway, afterwards the balrog went upstairs, pulled together the three hobbit beds and fell asleep on them.
  When the three hobbits came home, they heard the balrog snoring upstairs, so they went right up and killed it with a blunderbuss. A blunderbuss is a short gun with a large bore firing many balls or slugs, though the hobbits' blunderbuss had a wide mouth that opened like a horn, and they did not fill it with balls or slugs but with old nails and bits of wire, pieces of broken pot, bones and stones and other rubbish. And then they aimed it at the balrog and fired.
  Since the balrog had eaten most of their porridge, they decided to boil
him and have him for supper instead. But when they had boiled the balrog, they couldn't eat him because his carcass was full of hard, lumpy things from the blunderbuss. So they decided to mash him to make him softer and more edible. However, the balrog mash was still full of hard, lumpy things, so then they stuck him in a stew. They called the stew pot ā feu, and since, as everybody knows, dishes with French names are supposed to be full of strange, inedible things, they ate it all with the greatest relish until all three hobbits burst from having eaten too much.
  Then a fox came upon the scene. He stopped several minutes and sniffed. "Hobbits!" he thought. "Well, what next?" Then the fox ate the three burst hobbits, and afterwards he set fire to the house and sowed potatoes in the ashes. For the fox was a firm believer in "slash and burn" subsistence farming.

~ Öjevind Lång


     
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