Beorning

The wayward daughter of Beorn's line finally crosses the mountains to return home.

Bemused, the Hobbit and Beorning shrug, then continue sipping their drinks.

"Oi!" exclaims the baffled Dwarf, who then hastily clambers about on his hands and knees gathering the Hobbit's coins from the floor.

Instead, the tall Beorning stoops down to speak to the tiny barkeep and says "A flagon of mead for me," without offering payment.

With a grand gesture the Dwarf sweeps the coins to the floor with his broad hand, replacing them with coins of his own, and says, "A tankard of ale for me and whatever my friends are having." He steps back from the counter, fully expecting the Beorning to follow suit.

A Hobbit, a Dwarf, and a Beorning walk into a tavern...

The Hobbit plops a few coins onto the counter and says to the barkeep, "A mug of beer for me and whatever my friends are having."

The beginning of a doodle of Idune Grimsdóttir. (I am realising more and more that I can't draw eyes and I really can't draw ears...)

((Painting of two Irish wolfhounds by John Baker, titled 'Time for a Guinness'))

Bear could not figure out this *fishing stick* for a while....