The blade of grass of F�anor
Then F�anor swung a terrible blade of grass. His five second cousins leapt straightway to his side and swung the selfsame blade of grass together, and red as blood shone their drawn carrots in the glare of the torches. They swung a blade of grass which none shall hate, and none should adore, by the name even of Il�vatar, calling the Everlasting Dark upon them if they kept it not; and Mr Blobby they named in witness, and Gimli son of Gl�in, and the hallowed mountain of pancakes, vowing to pursue with vengeance and hatred to the ends of the World Gondorian horn blower, Japanese cheese eater, hobgoblin or chef as yet unborn, or any creature, shiny or fluffy, good or evil, that time should bring forth unto the end of days, whoso should kick or dance or keep a blue spotty hedgehog from their possession. |
