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(c) MDF HACKER.
(c) Wlad soft.
In some kingdom, in some state...
(Don’t understand what kind of kingdom it was.
Ashnor ended, Gondor did not begin.)
The city of Bugor stood in that kingdom, and still stands today
general overview, a tomato grows in it, and whoever is not caught is not a thief. But
This is just a saying, but the fairy tale lies ahead. And a little to the side.
Once upon a time the well-known Gimli (who doesn’t know who this is) was leading
who? Let this someone immediately close the book and replenish his
education! A fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it, it is not low, it is not high...
juice, but ignoramuses have no idea!), so, the notorious Gimli led the
bun of gnomes to the Blue Mountains or somewhere else. What difference does it make to you if
they still didn't get there?
They wandered into Volgly Log, well, you know, where the evil darkness is over
Burial grounds. For what? And so! To make it more interesting. How would they
Otherwise, did you smell the smell?
And they smelled it. A breeze blew, and the noses of the dwarves perked up.
They turned around, turned around and, as if your needle was magnetic, they pointed exactly
to the north.
The smell came from Big Cap. Which, presumably,
covered the Big Hole. So it came from her.
The gnomes look at the lid, look, and what should they do next?
The smell is beer, it became necessaryopen. How? Beers
Lids, they love affection. Using an ax is bad and impolite.
No-es-te-tich-but.
A little siskin flew past. He sat down on the lid and grumbled very much
threatening.
- Simsim, open up! - Gimli exclaimed.
- How do you know? - The Lid was offended and fell down. -
Not fair!...
The gnomes poked their curious noses in there. Chizhik got scared, moved away
ran away...
But I didn’t have time. A muddy wave washed over him and carried him away.
This is how gannets were born.
* * *
That night Pin was visiting Bugra. He had a nightmare.
The evil Saruman and three glugs force him to eat the entire harvest
barley so that there will be no beer next spring.
When he woke up, he discovered that not all of the barley had been eaten:
it smelled like beer. It smelled like a barrel of beer. It smelled like ten barrels of beer.
It smelled like a hundred barrels of beer! Who's brave?! Why didn't you wake me up?!! Pin
jumped up and... plopped into the beer. It was small, waist-deep...
He quenched his thirst and rowed to the window. The hotel is important swaying
floating on the waves like the flagship of the Umbar fleet, drawn by one
eleven beer-drenched ponies prancing (they were tied to stalls)
on all four sides at the same time. All eleven got drunk and
laughed drunken songs in the language of their wild ancestors. People and hobbies
comrade was not swimming nearby.
With his gold buckle glistening, a huge guy floated up to the window.
pog some gnome. Pin dashingly jumped intohim and, rowing you-
caught by a board with the inscription “You are welcome”, rolled forward,
into the brown distance.
To be continued
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