No Sad Stories.

I decided not to run the lamb story (see earlier.) Some stories are just too sad to be repeated, you know? It’s like Shayna’s heart-rending story of the orang-utan and the single die. It has to stop somewhere and it might as well be here. If we’re going to tell sad stories, let us sit upon the ground and do so about relatively minor matters like the deaths of kings.

Besides, I’m trying not to think about the horrors which could befall the poor little guy after nightfall. There are creatures about – even in a placid place like the Shire – which don’t have my compassionate (or should that be sentimental?) nature. Stum.