Хоббит

           "P’rapstherearemorelikehimroundabout,andwemightmakeapie,"saidBert."Hereyou,arethereanymoreofyoursorta-sneakin’intheseherewoods,yernasstylittlerabbit,"saidhelookingatthehobbit’sfurryfeet;andhepickedhimupbythetoesandshookhim.

           "Yes,lots,"saidBilbo,beforeherememberednottogivehisfriendsaway."No,noneatall,notone,"hesaidimmediatelyafterwards."Whatd’yermean?"saidBert,holdinghimrightawayup,bythehairthistime.

           "WhatIsay,"saidBilbogasping."Andpleasedon’tcookme,kindsirs!Iamagoodcookmyself,andcookbet-terthanIcook,ifyouseewhatImean.I’llcookbeautifullyforyou,aperfectlybeautifulbreakfastforyou,ifonlyyouwon’thavemeforsupper."

           "Poorlittleblighter,"saidWilliam.Hehadalreadyhadasmuchsupperashecouldhold;alsohehadhadlotsofbeer."Poorlittleblighter!Lethimgo!"

           "Nottillhesayswhathemeansbylotsandnoneatall,"saidBert."Idon’twanttohavemethroatcutinmesleep.Holdhistoesinthefire,tillhetalks!"

           "Iwon’thaveit,"saidWilliam."Icaughthimanyway.""You’reafatfool,William,"saidBert,"asI’vesaidaforethisevening."

           "Andyou’realout!"

           "AndIwon’ttakethatfromyou.BillHuggins,"saysBert,andputshisfistinWilliam’seye.

           Thentherewasagorgeousrow.