It appears before me and I have become ‘Gollum’

With shoulders hunched and weary eyed.

I watch as its placed before me.

A steaming pile of pasta drenched in the most exquisite bolagnese.

 

I scream in victorious joy that echos throughout the land.

It is mine, my precious. With such delicious cheese!

Oh but I know their tricks, these Hobbits are crafty.

No one shall steal my spaghetti.

 

I push the bowl of grapes between us.