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"
P'raps
there
are
more
like
him
round
about
,
and
we
might
make
a
pie
,
"
said
Bert
.
"
Here
you
,
are
there
any
more
of
your
sort
a-sneakin
'
in
these
here
woods
,
yer
nassty
little
rabbit
,
"
said
he
looking
at
the
hobbit
's
furry
feet
;
and
he
picked
him
up
by
the
toes
and
shook
him
.
"
Yes
,
lots
,
"
said
Bilbo
,
before
he
remembered
not
to
give
his
friends
away
.
"
No
,
none
at
all
,
not
one
,
"
he
said
immediately
afterwards
.
"
What
d'yer
mean
?
"
said
Bert
,
holding
him
right
away
up
,
by
the
hair
this
time
.
"
What
I
say
,
"
said
Bilbo
gasping
.
"
And
please
do
n't
cook
me
,
kind
sirs
!
I
am
a
good
cook
myself
,
and
cook
bet-ter
than
I
cook
,
if
you
see
what
I
mean
.
I
'll
cook
beautifully
for
you
,
a
perfectly
beautiful
breakfast
for
you
,
if
only
you
wo
n't
have
me
for
supper
.
"
"
Poor
little
blighter
,
"
said
William
.
He
had
already
had
as
much
supper
as
he
could
hold
;
also
he
had
had
lots
of
beer
.
"
Poor
little
blighter
!
Let
him
go
!
"
"
Not
till
he
says
what
he
means
by
lots
and
none
at
all
,
"
said
Bert
.
"
I
do
n't
want
to
have
me
throat
cut
in
me
sleep
.
Hold
his
toes
in
the
fire
,
till
he
talks
!
"
"
I
wo
n't
have
it
,
"
said
William
.
"
I
caught
him
anyway
.
"
"
You
're
a
fat
fool
,
William
,
"
said
Bert
,
"
as
I
've
said
afore
this
evening
.
"
"
And
you
're
a
lout
!
"
"
And
I
wo
n't
take
that
from
you
.
Bill
Huggins
,
"
says
Bert
,
and
puts
his
fist
in
William
's
eye
.
Then
there
was
a
gorgeous
row
.
Bilbo
had
just
enough
wits
left
,
when
Bert
dropped
him
on
the
ground
,
to
scramble
out
of
the
way
of
their
feet
,
before
they
were
fighting
like
dogs
,
and
calling
one
another
all
sorts
of
perfectly
true
and
applicable
names
in
very
loud
voices
.
Soon
they
were
locked
in
one
another
's
arms
,
and
rolling
nearly
into
the
fire
kicking
and
thumping
,
while
Tom
whacked
at
then
both
with
a
branch
to
bring
them
to
their
senses-and
that
of
course
only
made
them
madder
than
ever
.
That
would
have
been
the
time
for
Bilbo
to
have
left
.
But
his
poor
little
feet
had
been
very
squashed
in
Bert
's
big
paw
,
and
he
had
no
breath
in
his
body
,
and
his
head
was
going
round
;
so
there
he
lay
for
a
while
panting
,
just
outside
the
circle
of
firelight
.
Right
in
the
middle
of
the
fight
up
came
Balin
.
The
dwarves
had
heard
noises
from
a
distance
,
and
after
wait-ing
for
some
time
for
Bilbo
to
come
back
,
or
to
hoot
like
an
owl
,
they
started
off
one
by
one
to
creep
towards
the
light
as
quietly
as
they
could
.
No
sooner
did
Tom
see
Balin
come
into
the
light
than
he
gave
an
awful
howl
.
Trolls
simply
detest
the
very
sight
of
dwarves
(
uncooked
)
.
Bert
and
Bill
stopped
fighting
immediately
,
and
"
a
sack
,
Tom
,
quick
!
"
they
said
,
before
Balin
,
who
was
wondering
where
in
all
this
commotion
Bilbo
was
,
knew
what
was
happening
,
a
sack
was
over
his
head
,
and
he
was
down
.
