Mood:
on fireTopic: " Thin Ice"(9)
Frodo has spent an entire day as if he were taking his final steps up to the pinnacle of Mount Doom. His effort was greeted by she known as Tess as if it were some sort of holiday, and on each of the three occasions cited, she burst through the front door and took off for virgin territory. Even Sam is avoiding the Hobbit this eve, for his threat to return the delinquent to the animal shelter is not entirely thunder and certainly not insignificant.
Frodo ordered 15 square yards of cypress mulch to properly insulate the grounds of the Shire. By days' end, more than two-thirds of the task was completed, but the remaining task at hand is daunting, even after a(hopefully) good nights rest. On the morrow, Frodo will make time to take Dandy to the Dog Park, and if he feels that she is still aware of her sins, Frodo will make sure his little friend Tess suffers in association.
Sam will surely argue that punishment will be ill-served so long after the sin, but Frodo will do everything in his power to make sure that the danger of a wild romp across public thoroughfares offers danger far beyond the immediate. Why, he wonders, do little things we love so much act like assholes, or Republicans, if you will? Perhaps Frodo should have named Tess after Chris Christie, and watched her eat herself to death.
The culprit lies beside his foot, sleeping as if the dawn will break afresh. Perhaps it will. It is still a long and arduous climb up Mount Doom. Frodo does not deserve anxiety beyond that which requires an even spread of mulch in the islands of the Shire. One delinquent sleeps, innocently, for sure.
