Drabble meme
Here's that drabble meme:
Take a drabble and put it through a translator service and then translate it back.
I went from English to French and then back again. This was a set of four drabbles--
Hard things about waiting
Frodo often thought that the spring of waiting to arrive was hard. When it had been a little younger, the spring of waiting meant Bilbo of waiting to come. His/her cousin would arrive in Buckland with the first of really pretty time, sometimes only, sometimes with old aunt Dora, and spends a few days before again beating it at the end of bag, to pass two or three months glorious reveling in the intimacy. But now it lived at the end of bag, and the spring meant waiting impatiently the noise of the carriage of uncle Saradoc' S, bringing his merry here to visit, and raises and its heart of loneliness.
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The hard part of Yule, merry thought, waited. The weeks spent to find the gifts right, feeling the marvellous perfumes coming from the kitchens: odors of cinnamon and ginger of the cakes, fruity odors of meat pies, yeast odors of the bread, and tasty odors of the meats. Naturally there were the heady odors of the house plants of cut which were brought to fill fine brandy Hall with a little gaiety of winter. But none of that was as important as the news as Frodo arrived of the end of bag. Or this rennet and its family were finally above the river of Whitwell.
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Waiting hard, SAM of thought, each autumn. Initially there was the birthday, when Mr. Bilbo and Mr. Frodo would throw a beautiful part. There was always food and the drink and the one considerable of gifts and sometimes equal, if Mr. Gandalf were there, there would be fireworks, and there was music and to dance as well. And Mr. Bilbo always invited high people and bottom. But the next day, Mr. Frodo would pack to the top of his case of displacement and would go up again in Buckland to remain with his parents. And each year, awaited SAM, almost blown with the fear which it would not turn over.
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Not awaiting any recreation of the whole, rennet of thought that each summer as a its family would pack upwards and head in large Smials for Lithedays. They would arrive before the majority of no matter whom differently. The rennet would be to push approximately without goal by the choking corridors, and to try to avoid the servants who seemed to be everywhere, and to try to remain out of the stupidity all alone. It was not any good having this kind of recreation without merry. It would crush black and sigh approximately, and teases his sisters, until them also, were impatient for merry coming, and Frodo, and take it outside underfoot.
Poor Pippin! I don't have a clue why his name was translated "rennet", LOL! And Bilbo inviting "high people" to his party? *tsk!tsk!* What a bad example! Always wondered what was in his pipeweed!
Take a drabble and put it through a translator service and then translate it back.
I went from English to French and then back again. This was a set of four drabbles--
Hard things about waiting
Frodo often thought that the spring of waiting to arrive was hard. When it had been a little younger, the spring of waiting meant Bilbo of waiting to come. His/her cousin would arrive in Buckland with the first of really pretty time, sometimes only, sometimes with old aunt Dora, and spends a few days before again beating it at the end of bag, to pass two or three months glorious reveling in the intimacy. But now it lived at the end of bag, and the spring meant waiting impatiently the noise of the carriage of uncle Saradoc' S, bringing his merry here to visit, and raises and its heart of loneliness.
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The hard part of Yule, merry thought, waited. The weeks spent to find the gifts right, feeling the marvellous perfumes coming from the kitchens: odors of cinnamon and ginger of the cakes, fruity odors of meat pies, yeast odors of the bread, and tasty odors of the meats. Naturally there were the heady odors of the house plants of cut which were brought to fill fine brandy Hall with a little gaiety of winter. But none of that was as important as the news as Frodo arrived of the end of bag. Or this rennet and its family were finally above the river of Whitwell.
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Waiting hard, SAM of thought, each autumn. Initially there was the birthday, when Mr. Bilbo and Mr. Frodo would throw a beautiful part. There was always food and the drink and the one considerable of gifts and sometimes equal, if Mr. Gandalf were there, there would be fireworks, and there was music and to dance as well. And Mr. Bilbo always invited high people and bottom. But the next day, Mr. Frodo would pack to the top of his case of displacement and would go up again in Buckland to remain with his parents. And each year, awaited SAM, almost blown with the fear which it would not turn over.
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Not awaiting any recreation of the whole, rennet of thought that each summer as a its family would pack upwards and head in large Smials for Lithedays. They would arrive before the majority of no matter whom differently. The rennet would be to push approximately without goal by the choking corridors, and to try to avoid the servants who seemed to be everywhere, and to try to remain out of the stupidity all alone. It was not any good having this kind of recreation without merry. It would crush black and sigh approximately, and teases his sisters, until them also, were impatient for merry coming, and Frodo, and take it outside underfoot.
Poor Pippin! I don't have a clue why his name was translated "rennet", LOL! And Bilbo inviting "high people" to his party? *tsk!tsk!* What a bad example! Always wondered what was in his pipeweed!