"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."
“I certainly did not. I stretched them out so my entire set of meals was all of the mushrooms. You weren’t fast enough, Uncle, for they are all gone now.”
”… lad, I bought them about four days ago. We had enough to last the rest of the winter.”
"But I haven’t eaten real food in months. Nothing but elvish waybread! You ask the impossible bringing such delicious mushrooms into our home!”
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