And not to Isengard! (Seriously, I’m short, but I’m not THAT short!)
Actually, I think it’s the Morlocks coming for me, tunneling through the yard and waiting to grab me by the ankles as I walk to my car, dragging me down under the ground to a horrific fate!
I hear the air raid sirens starting! Or is it the wind?
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 