Once again here is another of my weird stories.
"Give it to me!!" the little deformed hobbit hissed. "Give me the precious!"
"No!" Dodo yelled. "Look what it did to you! You speak in third person half the time! I hate that!"
Beagle the deformed hobbit circled Dodo like a circling thing. He stared at him with evil eyes hatching a twisted plan in his head.
"Give us the precious!" Beagle yelled. "Give us the precious!"
"No! The nose-ring is evil! I have to destroy it!" Dodo said sternly.
"But Beagle is not evil." Beagle said. "It goes well with beagle's gothic outfit. It matches! It matches!."
Dodo grabed a stick from the side of the road ad hit Beagle on the head. "See you just spoke in third person!"
Suddenly a tree branch grabbed Beagle and lifted him up in the air. "You do not need the nose-ring," The tree said.
"Yes Beagle does!" Beagle hissed. The tree raised beagle even higher and flung him in the air. Beagle soared miles away before he finally hit the ground.
"He really doesn't need the nose-ring," the tree said. "Because he keeps stealing that gothic outfit from my closet. Evil twisted deformed siblings, don't you just hate them?"
