“She had a vague impression of Dwarfs crowding round the fire with frying-pans rather bigger than themselves, and the hissing and delicious smell of sausages, and more, and more, and more sausages. And not wretched sausages half full of bread and soya bean either, but real meaty, spicy ones, fat and piping hot and burst and just the tiniest bit burnt.” (From the opening paragraph of the final chapter)
HA! I couldn’t have said it better myself. Now, I’m feeling a bit hungry…if you’ll excuse me…
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