“I ‘on’t ‘ink’ i’’ll ‘ork, ‘erry.”

“Stop that and hold still.” Merry chastised his younger cousin.

Pippin rolled his eyes and opened his mouth wider, so as to allow Merry some working room. Merry was busily tying a strand of thread around Pippin’s front left tooth. For the past two months, or, as Pippin put it, ‘forever’, that tooth had been loose with no signs of coming out anytime soon. Pippin had finally turned to his older and supposedly ‘wiser’ cousin for help. After much deliberation, Merry had fallen back on the old idea of tying a piece a thread to the tooth, then attaching the other end to something. After pawning a piece of thread off of the unsuspecting Pearl, Merry had tried to tie it to Pippins tooth.

“Your tooth is too slippery.” Merry remarked as the loop slipped off the tooth once again.

Pippin rolled his eyes again. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” he said sarcastically.

“You want me to help you or not?” Pippin paused, and then nodded. “Then be quiet and help me put this on!” Merry said with finality.

“Put what on?” The two lads turned to see Pippins sister Pervinca, commonly known as ‘Vinca’ come skipping up. “That tooth not out yet, Pip?” Vinca asked cheerfully cocking her head sympathetically at her eight-year-old brother.

Pippin shook his head sadly and wiggled his tooth with his tongue.

Vinca shuddered and said, “I’ll help. Anything to get him to stop DOING that.”

Pippin grinned and wiggled to tooth a couple more times for Vinca’s benefit.

Vinca set her hands on her hips and said, “Cut it OUT Pippin!”

Pippin was just about to annoy his sister further when Merry poked him on the shoulder. Hard. “Ow!” Pippin protested, rubbing his shoulder.

“Cut it out, Pip. We need her help.” Merry untangled the piece of thread and handed it to Vinca. “You try.”

Pippin backed away slowly. “Uh-uh, I’m NOT letting her near my mouth.”

“Then you can just walk around with a loose tooth until you die and not be able to eat ANYTHING sticky or chewy for EVER.” Vinca replied coolly as she coiled up the thread.

Pippin thought over all the sticky things he loved. Peanut brittle, and taffy and popcorn. He sighed and opened his mouth.

With the precision born from years of threading needles, Vinca tied the piece of thread around her brothers’ tooth. “There.” she said in satisfaction.

Pippin gave an experimental wiggle. The thread stayed put. “Not bad Vinca.” he said, wiggling again.

Vinca glared at him. “Stop that right this second, Peregrin Took, before I tell Mum what you’re doing!”

Merry looked up from where he’d been tying the other end of the thread to the doorknob of Pippin and Vinca’s house. “You wouldn’t DARE, Vinca.”

Vinca tossed her auburn curls and grinned mischievously. “Maybe I would and maybe I wouldn’t.”

“You tell, Vinca an’ I’ll tell Mum that you snuck out last night to giggle and gab with your friends.” Pippin threatened, wincing as Merry tugged on the thread to make sure it was tight.

Vinca’s eyes widened. “Why you little sneak! You’ve been spying on me!”

Pippin backed behind Merry to get out of the way of his sister, who’s green eyes were now blazing like fire. “It’s not my fault that you giggle so loud the whole Shire can hear you.”

Vinca gave a cry of dismay and darted after him. Pippin yelped and ran around Merry, in the process entangling his cousin in the thread. Pippin was just about to make a break for it, when the thread ran out. Vinca had done her job to well, and the knot held. Pippin was sent flying and landed with a thud on his back in the foyer. Vinca gasped and ran to help him up, while Merry untangled himself from the thread. “Are you all right?” Vinca asked as Pippin sat up dizzily.

Pippin nodded, his eyes still unfocused. Suddenly they cleared and focused on Vinca. “I-I think so.” he replied shakily.

“Did that yank your tooth out?” Merry asked eyeing the mass of thread on the floor with distaste. “It better have, for all the trouble it’s caused.”

Pippin ran his tongue over his teeth. “Still there.” he replied sadly. “Not even a tad looser.”

Vinca sighed and helped him off the floor. Merry brushed himself off and shook the wad of thread off his foot. “Let’s try that again.” he suggested. “I don’t think tangled thread will be a problem.”

Pippin nodded and backed away until the thread went taunt. It was quite a sight, Pippin standing there with his mouth open and a long thread running from his tooth to the door, with a big wad of tangled thread in the middle. Vinca laughed and said, “Points off for messiness, Merry.”

“I’m not trying to win an award, Pervinca Took, I am trying to get Pippins tooth out. Now, would you kindly hold onto his shoulders while I slam the door?” Merry said testily.

Pippins green eyes widened. “Why?” he asked as Vinca stood behind him and grasped his shoulders firmly.

“So when the door closes you won’t sprawl onto the floor again.” Merry explained wearily.

Pippin nodded and braced himself. Merry slammed the door. Merry’s plan worked! Pippin didn’t go sprawling on the floor. Pervinca went with him.

“Ow..’ Pervinca moaned.”

“Ow, nothing,” Pippin muttered from the floor. “My head’s been hit twice and I’ve got a sister on top of me!”

“Oh be quiet…” Vinca said as she got to her feet. “My head…”

Merry surveyed them, shaking his head in disgust. “I think we might have to move onto Plan B.” he said.

“Plan B?” the Took’s chorused.

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Fifteen minutes later, Pippin and Merry were up in a tree, deploying Plan B. This involved Pippin’s tooth being once again tied to something, this time a bucket and the bucket being filled with rocks. Then. Pippin would get in the tree and drop the bucket off, with someone holding onto him. Vinca had insisted that Merry do this, as she had held him LAST time.

“I don’t think this is going to work either.” Pippin remarked as he examined the bucket with a look of apprehension.

“Sure it will. You won’t fall.” Merry reassured him.

Pippin eyed his cousin skeptically. “How are you so sure?”

“Cause I’m LOTS stronger than Vinca, so I can hold on better.” Merry explained with a look of pride.

“I heard that.” Vinaa said from the ground. “Hurry up and drop the bucket, the day’s a-wastin’!”

Pippin took a deep breath and dropped the bucket. Merry locked his arms around Pippins waist and braced himself. Nothing happened. The bucket swayed slightly above the ground but otherwise did nothing. Merry groaned and loosened his grip slightly. Bad idea. Pippin was immediately jerked onto the ground and lay there amid a pile of stones. Merry quickly scrambled down from the tree and ran to Pippin. Pippin lay there, gazing at the sky thoughtfully. Then he said, in a low, irritated voice, “I TOLD you it wouldn’t work.”

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“I don’t mind telling you, Meriadoc Brandybuck, that I am in no way looking forward to this ‘Plan C’ that you’ve cooked up.”

Merry laughed as he tied the end of the thread to Maggie’s collar. “Don’t worry, Pippin, I’m sure this’ll work. Old Maggie isn’t strong enough to drag you after her.” He paused for a moment. “I think.”

“Somehow I’m not reassured.” Vinca said dryly.

“Well look at her!” Merry said, gesturing to the old dog. “She couldn’t pull a mouse, much less Pippin.”

“Pearl’s not going to be happy when she finds out that her dog is Plan C.” Vinca said, casting a nervous glance towards the house.

Merry dismissed her with a wave of his hand and tightened the thread. ‘Plan C’, as it were, was to tie the other end of the thread to Maggie’s collar, then set her running. HOPEFULLY this would work.

Pippin sighed and once again braced himself. Merry stood at the far end of the yard and whistled. “C’mon, Maggie, c’mon!” Maggie, an old dog who’s prime was probably around the time of Bullroarer Took, raised her head and gave Merry a glance. Then she returned to napping in the sun. Merry rolled his eyes and tried again. This time, Maggie didn’t even give him a glance.

“Try pushing her a little.” suggested Pippin to Vinca. Vinca gave Maggie a little shove with her foot. The dog lifted her head and gave Vinca a look of extreme betrayal, as if saying ‘why have you joined with these boys in tormenting me?” then lay down again with a sigh.

Merry rolled his eyes then yelled, “GET OVER HERE RIGHT THIS MINTUE, YOU CRAZY MUTT!!” Maggie rose with another sigh and scratched at her collar, then began loping across to Merry.

Pippin closed his eyes and braced himself, but felt nothing. he opened his eyes to see the end of the thread lying on the grass. “Maggie must’ve untied it when she scratched herself.” he explained to Merry when the lad came over to investigate. Maggie, having been forgotten lay down again and gave a moan.

“Well, there’s nothing for it Pip. You know what we must do.” Merry said with a sigh.

Pippin eyed him warily. “ What? What do we have to do?”

“I’ll have to just yank it out.”

Pippins eyes widened and he yelped, “WHAT?!?”

Merry nodded solemnly and said, “Vinca, hold onto him.”

Pippin whirled around to see his sister advancing on him. He stared at her for a moment, hands clamped over his mouth, then, as she made a grab for him, ducked and ran. He could hear Merry and Vinca chasing after him, so he ran as fast as he could, looking back and forth for an escape. He saw Frodo sitting under a tree reading. “FRODO!!” he shrieked as he charged towards him.

Frodo watched the lad barrel towards him for a moment, confused, then, just as Pippin was about to slam into him, he stood, to get out of the way. Pippin and Frodo’s heads conked together and when Merry and Vinca came running up, the two were lying on the ground, groaning.

“What happened?” Vinca asked as Pippin sat up shakily.

“I crashed into Frodo.” Pippin said. He rubbed his mouth then broke into a grin. “My tooth’s out! Yay for Frodo!! Frodo?”

Frodo sat up slowly and groaned. He spat something into his hand.

It was a tooth.

Sam set his hand on his forehead and sighed. “I hate rabbits.” he muttered as he surveyed his garden, which now resembled a mud pit, all the vegetables, save for a few scruffy ones, having been eaten. Sam sat down hard on the grass and glared towards the small forest that lay several yards away. Sam had chosen the small quiet field for one of his gardens, because it was just that- QUIET. Unfortunately it was also the home of several small rabbits. Rabbits that were very pleased with the new eating arrangements. Sam gave a snort and stood. “Not on MY watch you won’t…..” he muttered as he strode back to Hobbiton.

Pippin was sitting in a tree, relaxing while Merry read books and ate apples with a fervor at the base of the tree. Both lads watched Sam stride across the fields towards them and exchanged glances. “Quick, Pip, what did we do?”

Sam walked right up to Merry and stood, arms folded, a severely irritated look on his face.

Pippin gazed down at him with a puzzled expression. “I didn’t do it.” he assured.

“Of COURSE you didn’t, not unless you have long ears and a furry cotton-y tail and eat vegetables.”

Merry eyed his younger cousin playfully. “That sounds like Pippin, all right.” Pippin’s eyes widened and he groped for something to throw at his cousin. Merry ducked, laughing and turned back to Sam. “So, what’s the problem, Sam?”

Sam plopped down next to Merry and munched one of his apples in a depressed fashion. “Rabbits.” he mumbled, taking another huge bite.

Merry watched his apple disappear rapidly and considered being offended. He decided against it and said. “What about em?”

Sam finished up the apple and tossed the core as hard as he could. “They ate my ENTIRE garden. Every last cucumber, cabbage and carrot. All that's left is a few scruffy, filthy, little lettuce leaves and a couple carrots! They’re pests!” He watched the core roll away over the grass and sighed again. “They need to be exterminated.”

Pippin scrambled down from the hill and helped himself to an apple as well.” It that where we come in?” he asked, biting into the apple.

“We?” Merry asked mournfully, remembering his plans to do absolutely nothing today. He eyed his diminishing pile of apples with sorrow.

Pippin poked his cousin and gave him a reproachful look, which was quite lost on Merry. A reproachful look isn’t very effective when one’s mouth is full of apple. “Yes, WE. We’re going to help Sam set traps for the fiends and rid the land of their filth once and for all!” Pippin waved his apple for emphasis and accidentally bonked Merry on the head with it. “Ooops. Sorry, Mer.”

“One would think you were talking about goblins and other beasts, instead of cute little bunnies.” Merry growled as he wiped apple out of his hair.

Pippin gave Merry his best pleading look. Head cocked, eyes wide, sorrowful gaze, tentative smile. Merry sighed and set down his book. Pippin snickered inwardly. Works every time.

“I’m in, what do we do?” Merry asked, glowering at his younger manipulative cousin.

Sam grinned and crossed his arms. Time for business. “First, we all set traps for the beasts. Then, we come back tomorrow to see how many we’ve caught.”

“By all means.” Merry grumbled as the lads headed back to Hobbiton. “Let us rid the land of the horrid fluffy little fiends.”

“Oh cut it out, Merry.” Pippin said, pleased at this new adventure, of a sorts. Merry rolled his eyes and sighed, but he cut it out.

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“So, Merry can take that part, I’ll take this part and Pippin can take that part.” Sam was busily assigning trap routes for himself and the younger lads. Sam hiked his father’s fishing net further up onto his shoulder and set forth. Pippin, who had several pieces of rope and a suspicious-looking bag shrugged and walked into the woods as well. Merry, who was equipped with only one piece of rope sighed and walked into the woods, looking for a suitably strong tree.

Sam carefully spread the net and tied pieces of rope to all four corners. “What are you doing, Sam?” Pippin asked from several yards away.

“You’ll see….” Sam replied with a smile as he began setting his traps.

Merry, who had finished setting his traps walked over to where Pippin was carefully setting a snare in the underbrush. “How do you expect those flimsy knots to hold, Pip?” he asked.

Pippin glared at his cousin, but he knew Merry was right. The knots WERE rather flimsy. ‘I don’t.” Pippin replied, reaching for his bag.

Merry watched him, confused. “What do you mean?”

Pippin rummaged carefully in the bag and drew out a two-inch-long thorn. “From my Mum’s blackberry bushes.” he explained.

Merry shuddered. No hobbit lad had ever attempted to filch anything from Eglantine Took’s garden, on account of the blackberry bushes that bordered the garden on three sides. It was rumored that the thorns there reached lengths of six inches.

Pippin grinned and carefully inserted the thorn into the rope. “See, if the rabbit struggles, the snare will fall apart. BUT, it won’t struggle, because if it pulls, the thorns will go into it’s foot.” Pippin inserted thorns around the snare and set it carefully. “There.”

“Clever.” Merry remarked. “Clever idea.”

“I thought so.” Pippin replied. He got up and, grabbing his bag and his rope and heading further into the woods. “Only twenty-four more!”

“Twenty-four…..” Merry moaned.

Finally, all the traps were set, and several very tired, dirty, but rather happy lads set off for home. On their way, they passed Frodo, who was obviously heading for his favorite tree on the far side of the meadow. The boys were so tired that only Sam offered Frodo a weak, “Hello, Mr. Frodo.”

Pippin and Merry merely grunted.

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The next day, the rabbit hunters met at the edge of town and set off towards the forest. “Have either of you seen Mr. Frodo?” Sam asked. “Mr. Bilbo hasn’t seen him for quite a while.”

Pippin shook his head, wishing hard that he was back in bed and Merry mused, “The last time I saw him was yesterday. He was heading for the meadow.”

“Do you suppose he fell asleep in his tree and hasn’t come home yet? It is rather early. He could still be asleep.” Pippin mumbled, yawning.

“Early?’ Sam asked, confused. “It’s nearly eight-thirty. I’ve been up for hours.”

“Good for you.” Pippin muttered.

“D’you suppose he got lost?” Merry asked, still wondering about Frodo.

Sam shook his head. “Mr. Frodo knows those woods like the back of his hand.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Merry said. “Maybe he just took a walk and decided to spend the night out there.”

Sam nodded. “That makes sense. He said once that he loves to walk in the little woods…” Sam trailed off and stopped stock still on the path.

Merry stared at him. “Isn’t the little woods where we set our traps?” he asked slowly.

Sam nodded and Merry stared at him. Then, the older two lads broke into a run. Pippin, who had been taking advantage of the pause to take a snooze standing up, jolted awake and, moaning, ran after them.

The lads thundered to the edge of the woods and peered in. “Mr. Frodo?’ Sam asked tentatively. No answer. The boys slowly crept into the woods, keeping an eyes out for the familiar dark head. Nothing.

Merry sighed and said, ‘Well, we might as well check out other traps for rabbits, as we haven’t caught a Frodo. Where’d you set your traps, Pip?”

Pippin batted his eyes in a confused manner. “We were supposed to remember where they were?” he asked.

Merry rolled his eyes and said in a low tone, “Yes, Pippin.”

“Oh.” Pippin mused over this for a moment. Then he offered a sheepish smile. “Well, I didn’t.”

“PIPPIN!!” Merry yelped. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY ARE?? HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FIND ANY OF THEM??”

“I can tell you where one of them is.” a dry voice said some yards away.

The lads whirled to see Frodo, very dirty and sleepy-looking indeed, sitting in the underbrush. “Mr. Frodo!” Sam exclaimed. “Whatever are you doing there?”

Frodo tried to stand and winced. “Sitting.” He replied, crossing his arms and glaring at them. “I don’t suppose any of you know anything about a very pointy snare?”

Pippin brightened. “It worked! My trap worked!”

“It most certainly did. Now, would you come over here and GET IT OFF ME!?” Frodo crossed his arms harder and glowered at Pippin. He looked so comical, sitting there with his arms crossed and dirt all over him, that Pippin and Merry couldn’t resist a few snickers. “Oh be quiet.” Frodo said.

Pippin, still giggling, walked over to undo the trap. Sam’s eyes widened and he started to say, “Pippin no-” Too late.

Pippin accidentally triggered Sam’s trap and pretty soon was caught up in Hamfast Gamgee’s net, three feet off the ground. “SAM!!” He yelped. “GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!”

Sam hurried over and began trying to undo the trap. “Merry, would you get Mr. Frodo out of there, please?”

Merry, grinning widely, walked over towards Frodo. Suddenly he tripped and fell with a thud onto the floor. Frodo rolled his bright blue eyes heavenward and asked, “Are you quite finished?”

Merry glared at him and tried to stand. “Just a sec-OW!!” He fell back onto the floor and looked behind him. His foot was caught in another trap. “This is just perfect.” he muttered, trying to pull his way out. His eyes widened as a dozen of Mrs. Eglantine Took’s thorns drove into his ankle. “OW…..”

Sam gave a shrug and said to Pippin, “I think you’ll have to wait for someone to come and cut you down. I tied the ropes too tight.”

“What..?” Pippin wailed.

Sam turned to free Frodo and noticed Merry on the ground. “What are you doing down there, Merry?”

Merry rolled his eyes and replied, “I am lying on the ground.”

Sam batted his eyes for a moment then said slowly, “Okaaaay….”

Frodo smirked and asked in a deceivingly polite voice, “Sam, would you please get me out of here?”

Sam hurried over and undid the snare around Frodo’s ankle. His eyes widened at the several pinpricks of blood that appeared on Frodo’s foot as the thorns slowly slid out. “Mr. Frodo ,your foot…”

“I’m fine. Lets get some help for these rabbit hunters." Frodo stood and brushed himself off, then set off for the edge of the forest.

Sam hurried after him- until one of Merry’s traps made an appearance. This one was also a snare, only it flipped it’s victim upside down. Sam yelped as he swung by his foot from the tree.

Frodo stood, his hands on his hips and a smug smile on his face. He surveyed the three, Pippin in a net hanging from a tree, Sam hanging upside-down and Merry still sprawled on the ground. Then he turned and, sticking his hands in his pockets and whistling, began walking off.

“Hey!” Merry shouted, “Aren’t you going to get help?”

Frodo paused mid-whistle and turned back. He grinned mischievously. “Eventually.” he replied and walked off.

There was silence in the little woods for a moment. Then chaos erupted. “Why did you have to stick these thorns in this snare, Pippin?!?” Merry yelped as he tried to sit up.

“Oh, forgive me, I didn’t know that YOU would get caught in it. If I did I would’ve used bigger thorns.” Pippin replied, squirming and trying to find a more comfortable position.

“WHAT??!”

“Well, why’d you make this snare so strong, Merry? We were only catching rabbits, not bears!” Sam’s face was turning a rather unattractive shade of red.

“Well, you made this net strong enough. And cramped, I might add.” Pippin shot back.

“Forgive me, I was trying to catch rabbits, not hobbits!”

“Shh!” Merry said suddenly. “Look!”

They did, with difficulty. There, in the meadow, was a rabbit. It sat up and wiggled it’s nose at the hobbits, then returned to its task- eating the remainder of Sam’s garden.

“I hate rabbits.” the three said in unison.

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True to his word, Frodo did send help –eventually. By eventually, he meant two hours later. Although, as Sam pointed out, he could’ve been a lot meaner, “He could’ve kept us out here all night.”

Needless to say, the lads got in quite a bit of trouble for their antics. Eglantine was not pleased that her thorns had been used to hurt people, and Hamfast was not happy with the loss of his net. And of course, all three of the hobbits were very polite to Frodo for a long time after that. And not a one of them was quite able to stomach rabbit for about two weeks.

Just a little idea that came to me while sitting on a hill behind my house.... A sweet fluffy little drabble.

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“You can’t play King of the hill without a Queen.”

“Oh yeah? And what, exactly, do you propose to do about this, Miss Smarty-Pants?” He crosses his arms and waits for her answer.

She hesitates, and then sets her daisy chain on her head. “I could be the Queen.” she suggests.

He pauses, watching the sunlight dance in her big brown eyes. The daisies’ white petals make a perfect crown for those lovely, long, golden-brown curls. She cocks her head, waiting for an answer.

“Is that all right with you, Merry?” she asks tentatively.

“That’s perfectly fine, Estella.” he replies.

"There IS no popcorn!" Eglantine sighed and brushed a red curl away from her face. She had just picked up her youngest, Peregrin, from a visit with Celandine, a good friend of hers, and was in the process of transporting him back home. At least, that was her intention. The two-year-old kept squirming in her arms and demanding popcorn.

"Of all things..." Eglantine muttered to herself. "Pippin," she adressed her son, using his common nickname, "You can't have any popcorn. Number one, you just ate at Celandines and number two, it is the middle of spring and far to warm to sit around a fire roasting popcorn!"

Her auburn-haired child merely squirmed in her arms and repeated his demand for '' 'optorn.'

Eglantine wondered if perhaps Celandine had been feeding the child popcorn. "She must like the heat, if she can stand to lean over a roaring fire in the middle of May!" Pippin appeared to settle for a moment, then, just as suddenly began squirming again. Eglantine was at her wits end. With a sudden movement she whirled around and stalked back to Celandine's.

She found her friend outside, sitting under an apple tree in blossom. Egalntine set Pippin down on the ground and marched over to Celandine.

"Have you been feeding Pippin popcorn?" she demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at her friend.

Celandine gazed up through calm hazel eyes at the irate Took. "No." she replied simply. "Why?"

"Because he will not rest until he gets some and I cannot handle it!" Egalantine paused, huffing for breath.

Celandine leaned back agaisnt the trunk and gazed at the blossoms. Suddenly she began to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Egalantine enquired dryly.

Celandine pointed at the white blossoms. "Tell me, Eglantine, what do those flowers remind you of?"

Eglantine gazed up at the tree and considered the blossoms. They were fully in bloom now, and seemd to grow in bunches. Big white bunches, just like bunches of-

Eglantine stared at her friend, comprehension filling her features. Pippin, who had steadily been toddling over, bumped into the tree and wrapped his arms around it.

"'optorn twee." he said blissfully.

Eglantine smiled at her son and sat down next to her friend, underneath the popcorn tree.

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This story is based on my own word for cherry and apple tree's in blossom. I've always loved popcorn tree's. They are one of my favorite signs of spring. Although those who don't knwo what I'm talking about may tend to get a big irritated.....