As the two teenaged hobbits walked down the lane of the Hill, Sam spoke
when they were out of earshot, 'Thank you kindly, Mr. Frodo, for not mentioning
the impertinent thing I said to my Gaffer. He would have scolded me for
sayin' such a thing to one of Mr. Bilbo's guests.'

Frodo smiled at the gardener's son, 'First things first, Sam, we're
practically the same age as I understand it from what Bilbo told me so
no more of this Mr. Frodo nonsense, alright?'

Sam nodded, 'Whatever you say, Mr. - er Frodo.'

They'd reached the bottom of the Hill sometime ago, and Frodo reached
down to pick up the stick he was just about to walk by. 'Secondly, Sam,
I didn't find what you said all that impertinent. Yes, I was surprised
by your observation but I think I was even more surprised by finding you
outside my window then anything else.'

Again Sam nodded, 'Well thank you just the same, Frodo. So where would
you like for me to take you first?'

Frodo shrugged. 'Where do the other children go to play?'

'Oh there's Old Farmer Chubb's fields where many of the children around
these parts go to play. I don't because anytime he catches any of us on
his farm he thinks we're trying to steal some of his prized mushrooms.
He's been known to tan a few backsides, if you follow me, and then he tells
your parents that you were stealin' when you really weren't and you're
libel to get tanning on top of the one he's given you!'

'Have you ever been fishing, Sam?' Frodo asked.

'Fishing?' Sam asked, 'Can't says I ever have.'

'What about swimming?'

Sam froze in his tracks to shoot Frodo a surprised look, 'Certainly
not, Mr. Frodo!'

At the slip of his newfound friend's tongue, Frodo dropped the stick
onto a soft tuft of grass on the road's side, and grabbing the younger
hobbit-lad he wrestled him to the ground. Before Frodo realized it however,
Sam had pinned him to the ground laughing as he began to tickle the older
lad.

Frodo was laughing so hard he could hardly catch his breath to say,
'Y-y-you...w-w-w-win!'

Sam smiled mischievously at him, 'I win what?' When
Frodo didn't answer him but instead tried to wiggle out from under him,
Sam tickled even harder. 'I win what, Mr. Frodo?' He
let up a second to allow Frodo to catch his breath, and to speak his concession.

'You...can...call...me "Mr. Frodo"' Frodo said, and sat up when Sam
got off of him. Wiping his eyes free of his tears of mirth, he stared in
astonishment at Sam, 'Where on Middle-Earth did you learn how to wrestle
like that, Samwise Gamgee?'

Sam grinned, 'From me older brother Hamson and my Gaffer, of course!'

'Well, remind me never to take you on again unless I am willing to be
tickled within an inch of my life!' Frodo said with a laugh.

'Aye, Mr. Frodo, I will!'