This tale was told at Summer Tales in the Shire event, hosted by Nannie. It is only the second story I have ever wrote! (The first being The Journey of Jonty, and even that wasn't wholly an original story!) The Tale of the Odd Hobbit Once upon a time there was a hobbit called Bobberry. Bobberry Oddtoes, to be precise. Or to be more precise, he was of the family Hardtoes But he was always considered a bit odd, and so folk called him Oddtoes instead He lived on the edge of Bindbole wood, away from other hobbits Which suited the hobbits in Overhill fine As Bobbery seemed to like running through the woods Making strange hooting noses, shouting "I'm an oliphant!" Now, one day, Bobbery came down into Overhill He went to the timber yard and asked to buy lots of wood When asked why he wanted so much wood, Bobbery said he wanted to make a new house But not just any house He said he wanted to make it in the shape of a large oliphant! The timber workers all raised an eye at this But Bobbery had the coin, and so they provided the wood he needed And for the next few weeks, the sound of hammering and sawing could be heard Folk in Overhill were unsure what to expect One day, they woke up, and above the line of trees, they could see a figure And indeed it was wooden oliphant On top of which was Bobbery standing, making funny noises, and doing a dance Folk decided to stay even further away from Bobbery then And little children were scared to go play near his home For fear the oliphant would come to life and swallow them up! Now this was in Autumn, and it just so happened it was a particular wet Autumn The clouds were grey in the sky all day There were claps of thunders, flashes of lightening And the rain fell heavy day and night for all of the week It was so heavy in fact, the rivers burst their banks Now, this was problem in Overhill which is nestled in a valley The waters roses, and started flooding the valley The Overhill shirriff gathered folk together "We must find high-ground! But it must be sheltered from the rain too" It was at that moment, they heard a strange hooting in the woods It was Bobbery, wading through the water, waving his hands As he approached, he stopped his babbling and started talking properly instead "Folks", he said, "Don't fear! Come to my home" "The oliphant house is high off the ground" "The feet may be in water, but the body is high up" "You will be dry there until the rains past" Reluctantly, with little else to choose from, most of the folk followed Bobbery to his home The climbed the ladders in the oliphants legs to the main home the body It was abit cramped, but the squeezed in, and sheltered for the rest of the day The next day, the storm had passed, and the waters eased The folk returned to their burrow to clean up But they didn't forget the kindness that Bobbery had shown And little children were no longer scared to play there Indeed, Bobbery would let them climb on the Oliphant and slide down the trunk And that is when folk realised there is nothing wrong with being a bit odd For being odd is not the same thing as being unpleasant And so Bobbery lived oddly ever after! The End!