Yesterday's conversation between Lord Peter Whimsey and Winnie-the-Pooh was so much fun to write that today I'm imagining another conversation.
Mary Poppins: Well, hello. You must be my new charge. I can't say I've ever nannied a child who looks like you.
Samwise Gamgee: I'm not a child! I'm a hobbit.
Mary: A hobbit? Let me think. Not a habit? No, that makes no sense.
Samwise: No! A HOB-bit. We are a race of beings, shorter than humans, with furry feet. We live mostly in underground homes.
Mary: Hmm. Do you need a nanny? Or possibly a somewhat magical nanny?
Samwise: I am not a child!! Hobbits are just shorter than humans like you. If you don't believe me, you can look us up in Wikipedia! I'll even give you the link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobbit
Mary: Do you have a child, perhaps? I need children in order to fulfill my purpose.
Samwise (suspiciously): What do you need children for? What do you do with them?
Mary: I introduce magic into their lives. But I do it while acting the cross nanny and denying any magical happenings. I am NOT the Disney Mary Poppins! That saccharine creature is a travesty of, of, I can't think of a fitting word. But, children grow up too fast, especially now. They need magic. They will grow up and perhaps forget, but something of magic will always stay with them.
Samwise: My story has magic in it, too. But it is a darker, more dangerous magic. And it left a mark on every being who touched the Ring.
Mary: I am sorry to hear that. You have escaped from its clutches?
Samwise: Yes. It was a very near thing, though, for my friend Frodo. And some darkness stayed with him.
Mary: You don't need a nanny, magical or not. What do you need?
Samwise: I need nothing. I came home and married my sweetheart Rosie and we have 13 children. That is all I ever wanted in life.
Mary: I will leave you then. I need to find children who need me. I can see that your children have everything they need with you and Rosie.
Samwise: Farewell. It was interesting meeting you.
Mary: Likewise.
[Mary Poppins opens her umbrella and sails away into the sky.]
Samwise: Time to go home. I am a most fortunate creature.