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Huomm ... thank you, Master Barliman, for giving me a last drink for free .... huomm ... very fine quality and very much appreciated .... hooommm ... [exit Ent]

I'll bring you a strong two.

Huooommmmmmmm .... I'm waiting .... rhuoommm

huoommm .... ? ... now what? ... somehow I'm afraid that our dear barkeep has learned from a tree .... rhuooommm ... he doesn't haste any more ... hommm ... you know what? ... that's good for him in the ent ... hooomm ... though, as for us ... ahem, we'll, see ... that's not what I really intended ... hoommm ... sorry ... so, in the ent, what can we do except keep waiting and not being impatient, not trying to urge haste ... rhuoommm ... you know what I mean ...hooommm

Huoommm ... well ... while waiting, Master Barliman, I just think that our Master Milo has simply forgotten to bring us that what he calls "best Champangne" to the bar ... rhuoommm ... what ever liquid might be hidden behind that name .... huoomm ... I dunno ... rhuom ... alas, we're good in sitting and contemplating and not being hasty at all ... rhuoommm ...
hmmmmrhhuoommmmmm ... golden ring ... yes, reminds me of something ... err, not the one that caused you troubles inside and outside your premises ... ? ... no. that one it's not again, Master Barliman ... huommm ... I'm sure ... rhuoommm ... we've been all through that ... huom.
anyway ... let's wait until Master Milo shows up to serve us with that liquid he seems to value most ... rhuoomm ... I'm afraid there'll be no rat-tails in it .... huoommm rhuom? .. hom

I have heard some complaints too much of this"unique" scrumpy has made them into a eunuch.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MASTER TREE hoooomroooooooooom

One old song from homeland of Master J.R.R. Tolkien for you.... Cheers !

"A Tree Song"

OF all the trees that grow so fair,
Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun,
Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
(All of a Midsummer morn!)
Surely we sing no little thing,
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

Oak of the Clay lived many a day,
Or ever AEneas began.
Ash of the Loam was a lady at home,
When Brut was an outlaw man.
Thorn of the Down saw New Troy Town
(From which was London born);
Witness hereby the ancientry
Of Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

Yew that is old in churchyard-mould,
He breedeth a mighty bow.
Alder for shoes do wise men choose,
And beech for cups also.
But when ye have killed, and your bowl is spilled,
And your shoes are clean outworn,
Back ye must speed for all that ye need,
To Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

Ellum she hateth mankind, and waiteth
Till every gust be laid,
To drop a limb on the head of him
That anyway trusts her shade:
But whether a lad be sober or sad,
Or mellow with ale from the horn,
He will take no wrong when he lieth along
'Neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

Oh, do not tell the Priest our plight,
Or he would call it a sin;
But - we have been out in the woods all night,
A-conjuring Summer in!
And we bring you news by word of mouth-
Good news for cattle and corn-
Now is the Sun come up from the South,
With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
(All of a Midsummer morn):
England shall bide ti11 Judgment Tide,
By Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!


Hooooomrhommmmmmmmmm !

happy birthday theo!

Happy Birthday to you Master Ent! May your roots never fail and be summer upon you all year long!

Happy birthday dear friend! May your leaves always grow green and strong!

Habby Bibrshdeey ....  mastrer treey.... hick!!! uups! (Iiiiii think that I've drungk toooo mushhh ofsh thesh ent-droguths this morgningg.... Aldought, I feel myslefv funny!!) hurray Theobald!!!

Happy Birthday Master Theo!  Here is a cake and a bowl of nice clean, clear liquid.