I don’t understand a great deal of things. For one thing, I am young. I am just a tweenager after all. I am also a Took. For some reason, other folk tell me that it takes a while for some Took’s to understand things, I am not sure why. That’s another thing I don’t understand, I suppose. I don’t understand how this earth works. How things happen, that is? I suppose this earth of ours is a mystery to many though.. This life is a mystery as well. Why are we here? What are we here for? I think about things like this . I suppose everyone has at one time or another. it’s a lot to think about. It makes me tired and hungry to think so deeply. I wonder why that happens? I believe I’ve thought about enough today. I shall eat and then go to sleep. I understand how to do that!

If I could remove any word from common use, I think it would be starve. I hear it every now and again. That is common, correct? Anyway, starve means to be dreadfully hungry. I do not like being hungry. I would not like to starve, although, I don’t know who would enjoy that. The word also sounds odd… starve. It has an angry feeling to it, or maybe that’s just me. I hear it used around the shire, usually when others are talking about something’s horrible fate of starving to death, although we hobbits always keep ourselves good and fed so I am not sure what starves. Hobbits aren’t very adventurous folk either, so I can’t imagine any hobbit starving while on a journey. I hear folk in the shire saying “Oh, I am going to starve” while they are waiting for one of our many meals, but they really don’t mean it. I just don’t like the word because it means going hungry, and that must not be enjoyable. Maybe if that word was taken from our language, no one would ever starve again?

I don’t have many hopes. Luckily I have gotten most everything that I have wanted due to my father being the Thain. I do have one hope that cannot be given to me, though. I want to do something great, and to be remembered for it. No one expects this of me, of course. I am just a foolish Took who enjoys making mischief with his cousin, smoking pipeweed and drinking. No one expects me to have a hope for anything. I haven’t told anyone about this, not even Merry. I don’t want any one to make fun or to laugh at me about the one hope I really have. I believe at least everyone has one hope that they wish to achieve in life, and this is mine, even though it may seem foolish, I really want it to happen. If the opportunity ever arises, I will jump on it, and hope to do something great!

Whenever I have tried to scare people, it always goes wrong. I even tried to have my cousin Merry, help me, and it still didn’t work. One time, Merry and I tried to scare my sister Pimpernel. She is very easy going, but can also be scared easily. Merry and I found a frog down by the Brandywine, and decided to put it in her bed, to try and scare her. To make sure that we could both get the joy from scaring her, Merry stayed in Tuckborough that night at my family’s home. My sister stayed up very late usually, so Merry and I made sure to have coffee and sugar (more sugar then usual) so we could stay awake. We heard Pimpernel begin to say her goodnights to my parents and Merry and I knew it was time. I quickly ran into her room and placed the frog on her bed and then ran out of her room before she reached it. When she went inside and closed the door, Merry and I placed our ears to the door to hear her scream, but no scream came. Instead we heard “Oh, how sweet. You are so incredibly adorable, but you belong outside”. Merry and I could not believe it. The door opened and of course both of us fell in her room. She looked at us and smirked. “I should have known it was you too. Nice try, but I happen to like frogs” she said and began to walk away. How could I not have known my sister liked frogs? Merry and Picked ourselves up and went back room. We were so disappointed. I suppose I am just not meant to scare people, perhaps that for the best!

The longest day of my life was miserable. I was ten years old. My parents had gone to Brandy Hall in Buckland to visit with my Aunt Esmerelda and my Uncle Saradoc for the day and would come back the next morning. Naturally, I wanted to go as well to see my cousin Merry , but was not allowed to because he was ill, and they did not want me to catch it, so I was left at home with my three older sisters. I do love my sisters, but they irritate me. My oldest sister Pearl is fifteen years older than I, so when my mum isn’t around, she believes she is my mum. Pimpernel, who is 11 years older than me, is more laid back, and usually doesn’t acknowledge my existence, which is fine by me. Pervinca, who is only five years older than me, constantly wants to tell me about feminine things that don’t interest me at all. So, on this day, I wished to just sit in my room and be alone. That did not happen. Without knocking, Pearl enters my room and demands me to clean it up. When I asked her why, she told me not to ask questions, and if I refused to do so, I would not have elevensies or luncheon. I had no choice but to clean my room, so I did, and I was fed. After that I tried to go back into my room, but was pulled away by my sister Pervinca. She didn’t want to talk about feminine things this time, she wanted to experiment on me. I tried to run away, but my sister is strong, and she tied me down to a chair and proceeded to put my hair up in several different styles,. When I saw her pull out several of her dresses, that was it. I stood up, as much as I could and started to run away with the chair attached to me. I was stopped by Pimpernel. As soon as she stopped laughing she untied me. I then decided to go outside, but was interrupted by my sister Pearl again, who wanted me to do more unpleasant chores and I outright refused and ran out of the house. I hid in a nearby cottage that had been abandoned for a few years. I was happy to be out of my sisters grasp, but realized I had forgotten food. I did not want to leave the cottage to be found by Pearl, nor did I want to starve, but I actually chose not to eat. The day went on and on and I was about to expire from lack of food. I came out of the cottage and realized it was night. I left the cottage quietly and snuck back into my home. I took some bread and fruit and began to quietly walk back to my room, when I entered, Pearl was there, waiting for me to come home. She yelled at me until her voice was hoarse, then she grew tired of it and left. I finally ate and then I was able to sleep. When I heard my parents approach our home the next day, I ran towards them and embraced them, I also begged them to never leave me again. That was a miserable long day!

Frodo's uncle Bilbo likes to tell stories. At parties, the children of the shire would gather around him and listen to tales of adventure. He loved to tell about when he went on a journey with Gandalf and the dwarves. As he told it, all the children (including me) would listen, our faces will be filled with awe as he told us the stories. He would tell us more awesome stories, and the all the children would try to act out these tales, and we would all fail miserably. The stories have all stayed with us. If the stories weren't as awesome as they were, I am sure we would have not have remembered them as much. I am older now than I was when I first heard the stories, but I still remember all of them. I would like to have an awesome adventure like that some day. The Tooks have a reputation of being the most adventurous of hobbits, I am just not sure if I am brave enough!