Part Nine: Rescue?

Unfortunatly this is about the Nighty-Night potty break (for the dog I'm petsitting, Shelbi). But, I have to admit, it was kinda cool (not the dog peeing, the scenery....Wait...That came out wrong.....) So, I'm just going to shut up and start.

Shelbi and I came walking out onto the front porch. Wait, correction, I came walking and Shelbi came lunging at the leash. Don't strangle yourself, I thought, making sure to be quiet for the neighbors' sake. Shelbi ran excitedly to the driveway while I did my best not to strangle her, since she was pulling so hard.

The rain passed over, and each one of the group
convereged at the top of the hill
with the pumpkin on top, smelling like soup
which was making them green at the gills

Each one looked around, and was thus introduced
to the new members and friends
even though they were wary of the dragon (but who
wouldn't be, if they had any sense?)

Percival Pink turned a bit red at the cheeks
when somebody mentioned his name,
and the Painter looked thoughtfully mind and meek
as he pondered his future of fame.

Names

Why do some people name their children strange names,
Which sometimes bring to them shames?
And not just their kids but their pets too,
And it’s almost as if to Weirdo-land they flew.

For instance take Fluffy,
Now that is just too stuffy.
Some names are crazy,
Between you and me, I think the parents were just being lazy.

Nick-names are also really silly,
Silly like, Tilly and Dilly.
And what’s worse, if you knew mine,
I would jump up in a big pine.

#1. Begin by: adding ingredients together, and realizing you do not something essential to the receipe.

#2. Change the recipe: turn the ingredients into something of your choice, with no actual receipe. In other words "make one up".

#3. Cooking: put in oven at desired tempature, in container to small for your mixture.

#4. Burning it: leave in oven and forget about it. Make certain that your container was definetly to small.

Fred Hill stepped out of his car and breathed deeply. No matter where he’d been, coming here—to the Wisconsin Dells Retreat Center—always felt like arriving home.
“Hello, my boy.”
“Uncle Bill!” Fred ran forward and hugged his uncle. “How are you?”
“Good, good.” Bill pulled a pipe from his mouth and blew out a smoke ring. “Have you seen my blog recently?”
“No, you’ll have to show me. Is anyone else here yet?”
“Edward, Golda, Larry, Cyril and Gerald arrived a few days ago. Gary hasn’t come yet. I hope he can make it,”

The other day, I watched the ending of Return of the King for at least the third time. The movie carried me from the depths of despair to the heights of joy; from the struggle in Mount Doom to the coronation and wedding of Aragorn. But the final scene at the Grey Havens struck me as the most poignant part of the whole trilogy.
The final pages in the book contain this moving conversation between Sam and Frodo:

What are the foundations of a civilized society? Must it have a certain system of government? A predetermined level of technology? A written language? Advanced weapons?

Act 2

Chapter 11