My dear Bagginses, and Boffins, Tooks and
Brandybucks...Grubbs, Chubbs,
Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and
Proudfoots...
Today is my one hundred and eleventh
birthday. Yes, and alas...Eleventy- one
years is far too short a time to live
among such excellent and admirable Hobbits!
I don't know half of you half as well as
I should like; and I like less than half
of you as well as well as you deserve.
I have..things to do and I have put this
off for far too long...
I regret to announce, this is the end. I
am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell!!
Goodbye.
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