I sigh, thinking. I go through my bag and take out a pair of my socks, "Hopefully these'll last," I chuckle, tossing them on the floor as Buddy pounces on them.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of
worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. — JRR Tolkien
