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"
Easy
!
"
said
Bilbo
.
"
Mountain
,
I
suppose
.
"
"
Does
it
guess
easy
?
It
must
have
a
competition
with
us
,
my
preciouss
!
If
precious
asks
,
and
it
does
n't
answer
,
we
eats
it
,
my
preciousss
.
If
it
asks
us
,
and
we
does
n't
answer
,
then
we
does
what
it
wants
,
eh
?
We
shows
it
the
way
out
,
yes
!
"
"
All
right
!
"
said
Bilbo
,
not
daring
to
disagree
,
and
nearly
bursting
his
brain
to
think
of
riddles
that
could
save
him
from
being
eaten
.
"
Thirty
white
horses
on
a
red
hill
,
First
they
champ
,
Then
they
stamp
,
Then
they
stand
still
.
"
That
was
all
he
could
think
of
to
ask-the
idea
of
eating
was
rather
on
his
mind
.
It
was
rather
an
old
one
,
too
,
and
Gollum
knew
the
answer
as
well
as
you
do
.
"
Chestnuts
,
chestnuts
,
"
he
hissed
.
"
Teeth
!
teeth
!
my
preciousss
;
but
we
has
only
six
!
"
Then
he
asked
his
second
:
