Wheelchair
You are sitting in a comfy wicker wheelchair

look/out
Greenfields
The path passes a small lake to the east. There are a few apple trees close to the road, and close to them a square of stones, looking like the abandoned foundation of a home. Between the road and the lake the meadows are full of raspberry bushes. To the west can be seen the moors and highlands that rise around Long Cleeve.
The opposite shore of the lake is bordered by a grove of huge oak-trees. In the grove, a herd of wild boars is looking for food. To the east, by the lake, you notice a statue of a hobbit decapitating an orc, which has some kind of weathered inscription. If you are interested in history this statue merits a closer look.
Contents:
Torvo
Slago
Wheelchair
Beer Tent
Food Tent
Miklo
Obvious exits:
Southwest, North, and South

Miklo stands with Torvo, admiring(?) the Goblin Hat Torvo has been presented.

Miklo flicks at a few of the bells making them chime. "Oh! I like the bells too Torvo! You lucky chap you!"

[Torvo] Turns around and notices a wheelchair come up the hill, and looks at who is sitting in it. Torvo points and laughs,"I can see I get to pass this thing off to you now I see dear Filby. It is your turn to wear the hat."

From up the road from the south comes a young hobbit pushing a wheelchair with an old, wrinkled hobbit sitting in it. As he pushes it along the older person mutters to himself.

As the chair comes closer to the gathering the old hobbit (Filby, of course) nods as Torvo speaks to him. "Hat? What hat? Show it to me if you will."

Miklo says, "It's the one on his head! You sure you didn't bump your head as well as your hip Filby?""

Torvo sneaks into the Beer tent to change his clothing that he is caring in his bag at the time.

Torvo has left.
Torvo walks into the Beer Tent.

Filby growls as Torvo hands him the hat. "Fine then, I'll take it. Bah." He puts it on his head and scowls as the bells and such jingle and flop.

look me
Filby
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Before you stands an old, old hobbit, old hobbit. This aged halfling is clad in a rich-looking suit, a bejeweled pocketwatch often glinting from inside a pocket. Beneath a red suit is a yellow waistcoat, and blue trousers falling down to just above his pale, balding feet.

The old fellow's face is a mass of wrinkles, his nose jutting out some two inches, supporting a pair of ridiculously oversized spectacles. A pair of pointed ears and a bald pate surrounded by a tangle of wild white hair tops this odd figure.

Atop his head is a really tall (two whole feet!) pointy green hat. Curling down the sides are wavy streaks of lime green, fashioned in felt. The brim is wide and floppy, and tiny bells dangle from it. On the top of the conical hat is a large hunter green pom-pom.
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Miklo leans on his knees laughing out loud. "Oh, This is too rich! I am sorry to laugh at you master Pott, but the sight of you in the Goblin's Hat is , well it's just too funny!"

The breezes blow the tiny bells atop the Goblin Hat, making a merry tinkling sound.

Slago comes up the road from the south.
Slago has arrived.

Torvo comes out of the Beer Tent.
Torvo has arrived.

Torvo comes out of the tent with a smile on his face and a new coat on this time.

"Curse this hat," mutters Filby as he fuddles with it to keep it on his head. "Whoever came up with this idea ought to be commited." He scowls as bells tinkle and pom-poms flop. "But where is the food? I am terribly hungry."

Slago walksw into the Greenfields looking very happy and excited, he takes a look around and walks over to where the other hobbits are standing around. "Good afternoon everyone."

Slago waves to Miklo and walks over to where Filby Pott is sitting, "Lovely day is't it master Pott."

"No need, sir," mutters Filby. "I've had enough of this tomfoolery. Driver, take me back to Frogmorton; this humiliation is too much for me." He mutters as the hobbit pushing the wheelchair turns and pushes him down the road to the south.

The Goblin Hat's pom-poms flop about wildly, bells tinkle, and the hat, fully two-thirds the size of its wearer, waves around in a ridiculous manner.