She made a motion as if to step out of bed, quickly realizing that there was no floor. But alas, her forward momentum was enough to send the small girl tumbling end upon end until a slight thud, the storage lockers breaking her spin. She was now upright, her yellow hood flipping off due to the collision.
My brain took a halt. "Hobbit. She's... a... a Hobbit! Guys, are you seeing?" They nodded in amazement.
Indeed, I believe I have seen enough. There was without question the person I saw in front of me that I thought was a girl was actually a Hobbit. Hobbits are literary figures, originating from the fantasy books of J.R.R. Tolkien. Hobbits live in a land called Middle-Earth, a time of knighthood, wizards and elves. They live well over 100 years and only reach about 3 feet tall.
So, the probability of a Hobbit appearing on the MSS is virtually nil. The bewildered little Hobbit, suspended in space, stared straight out at me, her tiny mouth wide open. She had brown eyes, curly brown hair and the face of a 5-year old.
I spoke to her, but she didn't respond. No matter what I tried, no sound came out of her. There, motionless, nothing worked. With a heave of frustration, I ordered my crew to leave. And there I waited, over an hour, having a staring match with the Hobbit. She had to give in sometime. Fatigue, hunger, call of nature...
If you had a Hobbit in your house, would you leave and do something else? No. My crew lined up along the edge of the module, right around the corridor, observing our eye-to-eye battle.
Well, if the Hobbit was still youthfully young, I was old and had enough. "Oh bother," and I stormed out of the module through the onlookers to my sleeping quarters. Too much had happened for my poor mind to bear and I fell asleep in no time.
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