Smeagol Feels Better, Goes Wandering

   Several days after Fiesty had healed him and fed him, Smeagol was feeling better. But, the small stash of food she had given him was gone. He was use to being frugal with food, never really filling his belly. Rather, he would eat little bites now and then to sustain his frail frame just enough. He had never had any possessions, well not that he could recall. So when he had something, he was very diligent with it.

   But some days had passed and the food was gone and he was hungry, Fish was probably hungry as well. And so, feeling a bit chipper, he left his little corner of the ruins near the UnderDark and made his way toward the farm. He knew the farmer would be busy, maybe even on one of his many trips. And, if he was careful, he could dig up a few potatoes. Maybe he would even get lucky and be able to grab an apple or two and some grapes.

Smeagol Shade skipped along, very confident, almost happy. He clutches his dear friend Fish in his right hand and would occasionally hold him up so he could get a good look. At the moment he was hunkered down behind the wood pile making sure no one was around. He raised Fish over his head, "Us sees anyone? Us can get Us some food?" And when Fish did not respond, Smeagol took the silence to mean all was clear.

Smeagol Shade dropped down onto his knees and began to crawl toward the potato patch, digging up a few decent sized potatoes and quickly stuffing them into his little bag. Then he crawled further in, toward the corn. 

Smeagol Shade froze in place when the farmer's helper came out of the barn and quickly skittered off into the forest. As he went along, he found some mushrooms growing near the river. He quickly grabbed one and popped it into his mouth, munching hungrily. "Us likes these," he said to Fish holding a mushroom close to him. But, Fish didn't respond, didn't seem to be hungry. And so, Smeagol stuffed the rest of the mushrooms into his bag and continued along the river bank, stopping at a shallow spot to dip his face down and much like an animal, lap the cool water into his mouth.

Smeagol Shade crinkled his nose, "Us smells that?" And he trotted on down the riverbank until he came to a small gypsy camp. He cautiously looked around and seeing no one, he moved closer to the kettle that seemed to emit the smell.

Smeagol at the Gypsy Camp

Smeagol Shade: "Us found some cookin food," he exclaimed holding Fish up for a looksee. And, again, looking around carefully, he dipped his finger into the cooking pot of stew and let out a loud scream as his finger was burned. "Owee OWEE," he exclaimed a bit too loudly before skittering off into the forest, heading home with his potatoes and mushrooms.