Tales from the Sponge

by Dandy Baggins

Primula wakes from a long peaceful nights rest, wiping sleep out of her eyes. A cup of coffee brewed upon the fire... Strange, thinks Primula, as she glances out her window, there is no smoke rising from the chimney next door at Dandy's house. Hmmm and the extra seed cakes are still in the windowsill. What could have happened? She mulls this over as she putters around her place... Oh well, off to work, have to open the Prancing Pony early this morning, have a Caravan of Dwarves coming in and a the Wandering Wizard Convention begins tonight... Dear me, she thinks as she strolls down the lane, is there more sponges laying around than usual?? Nah, just my imagination... Oh drats! Someone left the sprinklers running all night and there is mud everywhere... Not today... She thinks aloud. I don't have time for this nonsense... She puts her key into the lock, but the door opens at the slightest push... She enters cautiously, not knowing what to expect...

A basket of mushrooms sits perched on the floor mat. Why who left these??

More sponges greets her. GRRR she thinks to herself... I had this place clean last night... If I get my hands on the culprits behind this I will....

And there they were... Passed out in various positions of repose. Goldberry clutching a torn knapsack and a strange torn blue and daisy muumuu, where ever did she get that... funny, that shade of blue matches a familiar hobbit's eyes perfectly... Also to her surprise in the room is Ghostwood, coughing, snorting, and wheezing, his head laying on the bar... Well no wonder he hasn't been around, the poor boy is sick, bet he had to drag himself in here, sure to have a relapse he is... why is he wearing that awful green tapioca colored muumuu, still it matches his eyes... And TO Elf, she's here to... with Mr.Legolas... bet she had a rousing good time... VC is here too with several dark dirty sponges clutched in her fists. How am I ever going to get this place cleaned up when everyone is passed out all over the floors... and why wasn't Dandy home last night... She kicks her way through the sponges, towards the bar area. Originally to help Ghostwood into a more comfortable sleeping position. Then she glances behind the bar... There lying on the floor among some suspicious looking pans is Dandy. Empty pints fill the sink... One of the kegs is empty... OH HO, she thinks, they had a sponge fest last night and didn't invite me... Well I larn 'em, she says... She grabs two pans from the floor and wildly crashes them together. Six heads rise and moan as one..

NOW SEE HERE... she says..IF YOU'RE GOING TO THROW SPONGES ALL NIGHT AT EACH OTHER... AT LEAST CLEAN UP YOUR MESS WHEN YOU ARE THROUGH. EMPTY OUT THE MOP BUCKETS AND GET THAT STRANGE CONTRAPTION OFF MY PATH AND FOR PETE'S SAKE SHUT THAT STUPID SPRINKLER OFF.


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