If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

Smeagol won't go, O no precious, not this time,' hissed Gollum. 'He's frightened, and he's very tired, and this hobbit's not nice, not nice at all. Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters, precious, eh, what's taters?''Po - ta - toes,' said Sam.

Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?""Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.

When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.