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blueTopic: "Doing the Right Thing"
Tonight is the last for Rocky, the Italian Stallion. Frodo and Sam have decided that their 22 year-old feline companion is taking too much of a beating in the ring. It is time to throw in the towel.
What is most difficult is that he continues to try to answer the bell for the next round. He has lost a great deal of weight as his body consumes itself. He still tries to eat. He sits in his box trying to relieve himself. He walks, stiff-legged, throughout the kitchen in an aimless ramble, searching for something, but what, even he is not sure. He makes a screeching sound when he should be purring, and it sounds like pain.
Frodo will be at Mount Doom when mid-morning comes. Sam will go, Mick (the Wonder Dog) and Princess Fiona (the most beautiful girl in the world) will ride along as honor guard. They will miss him, too. The strangest of all will be the reaction of Sydney, the cockatiel. For some time he has realized that Rocky is no threat, and they are often found on the floor together, these former opponents, as they seem to lean upon each other. Frodo supposes that is the way that champions say good-bye.
Dear reader, Frodo has a visit to make to an old friend, while he can, so forgive the brevity of our tale of woe. It is important.
Posted by loveysdaddyga
at 8:43 PM EST
Updated: Friday, January 13, 2006 9:07 PM EST
