A Hobbit's Tale by Belle Webb
As I wandered through the dense forest, the sun began to set and the light slowly started to fade. The trees loomed over me, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. Suddenly, a figure appeared from behind a tree. It was none other than Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit I had read about in countless tales.
"Hello there!" he said cheerfully. "What brings you to these parts?"
I explained that I was just out for a walk, enjoying the beauty of the forest. Bilbo nodded in agreement and offered to show me a spot where we could relax and enjoy the scenery. I eagerly accepted his offer and followed him deeper into the woods.
After a short walk, we arrived at a small clearing surrounded by tall trees. Bilbo pulled out a small pipe and began packing it with some strange-smelling herbs. I realized that he was about to get stoned, but I didn't mind. I had never tried it before, but I was curious to see what it was like.
Bilbo took a few deep puffs from the pipe and handed it to me. I hesitated for a moment before taking a small hit. The smoke tasted sweet and earthy, and it made me feel relaxed and carefree.
As we passed the pipe back and forth, the forest around us seemed to come alive. The leaves rustled in the breeze, and the birds chirped happily in the trees. The colors of the sunset were more vibrant than I had ever seen before, and the sky seemed to dance with hues of pink, purple, and orange.
Bilbo and I talked about life, the universe, and everything in between. He shared stories of his adventures with the dwarves and his time spent in the shire. We laughed and joked, and for a while, everything felt perfect.
As the night grew darker, we realized it was time to head back. We stumbled through the forest, giggling and enjoying each other's company. When we finally emerged from the woods, we hugged goodbye and went our separate ways.
As I walked home, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the experience. Getting stoned in the forest with Bilbo Baggins was something I never thought I would do, but it was an adventure I would never forget.
The muse for this story was seeing a picture of Bilbo smoking a pipe, while I was getting stoned.
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