Beyond belief...just as things settle into a nice Fall quietness something else crops up it's head.
The Hobbit in charge of guarding the Artisan's Hall (or at least Mistress Impatiens' cook fires) has disappeared....and taken the mushrooms with him! There's no sign of the large tent that housed the mounds o' muck they grew the things in, either. I guess he grew tired of trying to make up the difference since little Master and Mistress have gone off adventuring. Maybe the doings in the Shire these days was just too hard to resist. I hear they've baked special pies for this Harvest business...or jars of summat special, at least. I didn't really attend the gossip while I was tucking into one of Mistress Rose 's stews. I don't know who he thinks he'll fool, that little bounder; he left a scarecrow in the spot where he usually keeps watch...scrawny, thrown together contraption.
Wilbe will set it right though, and I'm sure we'll be back hummin' along soon enough. I already seen him speaking with a tall, warrior sort of person. Like as not, he's already found a new guard for the Artisan's provender...and mayhap a new cook, as well! Heyday...life goes on. We'll see what the winter brings soon enough.
