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Ruff

Beware the little sheepdog

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Beware the Little Sheepdog

The news were of the most worrying kind
And the gossip told of impending doom
All across the hobbit village, despair and worry reigned
As the locals fell into a state of cheerless gloom

Plunder the Biscuit Jar

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Plunder the Biscuit Jar

Hunger grows in darkness tonight
I sneak out me bedroom door
Now is the time, I plan to go
Plunder the biscuit jar

Ma’s asleep and snoring loud
As I tiptoe down the hall
Joined by me dog in the kitchen as we
Plunder the biscuit jar

Biscuits up high

What type of content is this?: 
Screenshot: General screen

Trying to reach that biscuit jar up high *sigh*

His name is Ruff, part 1

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

His name is Ruff, part 1

Once there was a hero
In them fields of green
He was ever smart and clever
No sharper we have seen
He is old and grey now
His days of prime are gone
But the locals won’t forget him
And all he has done

He is old and scruffy
But he’s tough enough
He was born in Brockenborings
His name is Ruff

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