Chapter One - The Hobbie! (hobbit)
In a hole in a ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozey smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat; it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort.
This hobbit hole belonged to one called Bilbo Baggins. Today he was sitting in his armchair beside the fire, merrily humming as he peeling potatoes. Bilbo lived an ordinary hobbit life, meaning he had never had the chance for an adventure but did not so wish for the opportunity to arise.
The sun was shining through the curtains casting a dim light around the hobbit hole, as Bilbo placed the last potato gently into a large basket and headed slowly outside for a cup of tea and a smoke of his pipe on the lawn. Just as he opened the round door to his hobbit hole he was greeted by a friendly voice,
“‘Ello guvna,” it said. Bilbo looked down to see a small hairy ball with legs and arms and two large eyes. It seemed to be smiling at him with its eyes. With one huge sigh, Bilbo flung back his foot and kicked the fuzzy ball onto the lane road in front of the hobbit hole.
“Stupid annoying little rascals,” muttered Bilbo as he slammed the door to his hobbit hole and disappeared inside.