A Thief in the Pantry

Sam crept closer. Yes, someone was in Master Frodo's pantry! There were
unmistakable sounds of someone wolfing down food, smacking, slurping. Was
Master Fatty back on an unannounced visit? Sam flung open the pantry door.
It was a Balrog! There it stood, holding a piece of bread dripping with
honey in one hand and a jug of milk in the other, chewing and swallowing.
When it saw Sam, it blushed and tried to hide the stolen food behind its
back.
"Hello", it said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I just thought I'd pop in
to inform your master that he can't borrow my wings for the masquerade ball.
They are still at the drycleaners."

Öjevind

Öjevind Lång wrote in


> Sam crept closer. Yes, someone was in Master Frodo's pantry!
> There were unmistakable sounds of someone wolfing down food,
> smacking, slurping. Was Master Fatty back on an unannounced
> visit? Sam flung open the pantry door.
> It was a Balrog! There it stood, holding a piece of bread
> dripping with
> honey in one hand and a jug of milk in the other, chewing and
> swallowing. When it saw Sam, it blushed and tried to hide the
> stolen food behind its back.
> "Hello", it said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I just thought
> I'd pop in
> to inform your master that he can't borrow my wings for the
> masquerade ball. They are still at the drycleaners."
>
> Öjevind
>

Silly Ojevind. Everyone knows that Balrogs don't have wings.



--
Michael Ikeda mmikeda.TakeThisOut@erols.com
"Telling a statistician not to use sampling is like telling an
astronomer they can't say there is a moon and stars"
Lynne Billard, past president American Statistical Association