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280 pages, Paperback
First published May 6, 2011
In a wholly below-ground apartment there lived a wobbit. His apartment was not as nasty, dirty and wet as a hole, but it wasn't as fresh, bright and fun as a beach house. It was definitely at the "nasty" end of the home spectrum. Plants can cheer a place up, but the wobbit's apartment only had the mold in the walls and mildew in the bathtub. It was a basement apartment, and that means fungus.
Somehow his killing of the giant spider, without first begging for mercy or betraying his friends, made a great difference to Mr. Bunkins. He felt much fiercer and bolder in spite of his constant longing for a quiche Lorraine and a hazelnut latte.
Old Tomnoddy Sitting in a tree
Old Tomnoddy can't catch me!
At-er-cop!
At-er-cop!
Hey you spiders follow me!
Not very good, perhaps, and mostly stolen from goblins, but Bulbo was in a bit of a rush. And it worked. The spiders follwed him, partly out of anger, and partly to ask Bulbo what "Tomnoddy" and "Attercop" meant.