prompt for December 7 - 18 earnest ents

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Searching Farther Afield

Diamond screamed while the forest marched up the hill to the door of the Great Smials. When the lead tree bowed, she threw her apron over her face and turned to flee. She thwacked firmly into Pippin who had run out half-dressed and brandishing his sword.

“Quickbeam!” Pippin gave Diamond a shake. “Look, dear, eighteen friends have come for a visit.”

A lathered horse rounded the drive, thundering up to Pippin, the rider crying out, “Ents are coming!”

Quickbeam’s hoom-ing laugh rang out. “We outpaced the messenger. But you promised to search the Shire for us. Have you seen Entwives?”