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A Game of the Shire
Frankly speaking, I did some snooping around in Shire and picked up few common games begin played by the offsprings of hobbits. This game(a short game, I must add) is called Meridoc's Choice. To play this, you must have at least two players, six players maximum, no more no less. Then each player will be assigned to a number from one to six(according to the arrangement of dice). After that, choose one player to be a 'vimtim'. Then the 'vimtim' have to throw a dice. If the dice shows up six, then that player holding the number six, will answer any riddle the 'vimtim' choose to give. If that player cannot answer that riddle, he/she will forfeit and he/she will be the next vimtim!! (Easy, huh?) There are the some easy riddles to test your mind with: 1. Through marble walls as white as milk, through a skin as soft as silk a golden treasure lies inside 2. I have a mouth but cannot speak, lay on a bed but never sleep 3. When it appears it seems mysterious but when explained it's nothing serious 4. A goblin walked twenty miles into the woods to find me, stopped to look for me when he got me, then threw me away when he found me 5. Ive more heads than any hydra and more tales than the longest book 6. Dawn's away, The day's turned grey, And I must travel far away. But I'll be back, And then we'll track, The light of yet another day. 7. Two legs sat upon three legs with one leg in his lap. In comes four legs, grabs one leg, and runs off with him. Up jumps two legs, grabs up three legs, throws it after four legs, Makes him bring back one leg. 8. No eyes have I, No tongue to be seen. I know where you're going. I can tell where you've been. 9. He rides inside To arrive refreshed He rides on my back I steal his rest 10. When I am born I cast aside fear When I lie I bring many a tear When I die The end is near A Poem by Mothar I go outside to hug the stars. I sit in silence...... The energy flows around me, the wind blows cold, yet the stars keep me warm. I hear the trees smile as I tell them a joke. I sit in the snow and find answers to my questions. I found myself in the trees and happyness in the wind. Friendship from the stars and wisdom in the silence. My pain and sadness slips away and then I become whole. |
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