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Frodo Baggins was writing in his red book again. He had reached the part when he was attacked by Shelob. Nasty spiders.

He was about to dip his quill in the ink again, when he saw a spider crawling across his papers.

“Spider!” he yelled, dropping the quill, and he pulled Sting off the wall. He felt ill.

The spider crawled off the paper and onto the desk, ignoring Frodo. It started towards his maps.

“You shall not touch my maps!” the hobbit yelled, and swung Sting. He killed the spider, and sliced into his desk.

“Mr. Frodo!” cried Sam, coming in and seeing Sting out. “What happened?”

“A spider, Sam,” said Frodo. He stared at his desk and shuddered.

“A spider?!” said Sam, sounding insulted. “You had me worried over a spider?!”

“Sorry, Sam,” said Frodo, putting Sting back in its place. Sam stared at the desk.

“Your poor desk. And all over a spider.”

“Yes, Sam,” he said, and left the room. Sam rolled his eyes and wiped the remains of the spider off the desk.

“Poor Mr. Frodo. He’s terrified of them.”

“You shall not live in my mug!”

CRASH!!!!!

“Mr. Frodo!” Sam ran into the kitchen. There was Frodo, looking cross. “What happened?”

“There was a spider in my mug,” said Frodo sheepishly. “I threw it across the room.” He gestured to the broken window.

“Spiders,” Sam muttered, shaking his head.

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