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Bilbo: I'm getting old...soon it will be my eleventy-first
birthday, and I'm alone in the world. Gandalf, the Dwarves,
all gone away...I shall carve a puppet to keep me company....
I used to be a fairly good woodcarver, as I recall...
(he carves a life-sized wooden Hobbit marionette)
Bilbo: I shall call him 'Frodo', and pretend that he
is my son...no.. my nephew...
(he has forgotten that The Ring is in his pocket, and
as he says this, the puppet, tho still wooden, comes
to life)
Frodo: Oh! goodness!
Bilbo: OH! GOODNESS!