Sam opened the door to Bag End, arms piled high with produce he had just harvested from the garden. He had been busy this morning, gathering enough food for tonight's dinner. Master Merry and his scallywag of a cousin, little Pippin, can really put away a lot of food when given the chance, Sam thought.

As he walked into the kitchen to place his armload onto the bench, his world suddenly went black. Not sure what had happened to him, Sam let go of the vegetables he held and batted at his head to find what was covering it. Carrot, onions, lettuce, strawberries and apples all fell floorward, shortly followed by Sam as he misjudged the placement of a chair leg.

From the parlour he could hear giggles from two hobbits, obviously enjoying themselves. Voices carried, muffled by the still in place head covering.

"Roll the cask again, Merry"

Small bone tiles clicked against rotating wood.

"Round and round the rune tiles fall, who'll be the first in nothing at all."

Oh, no, thought Sam, as he finally pulled Merry's yellow westkit from his head and heaving himself off the floor as he regathered the foodstuffs, not Strip Bingo, again!