Post by Zib on Feb 8, 2009 7:27:14 GMT -5
Zibfred straightened out his back as he looked around. Doderic Brandybuck was still nosing around the blueberry pie. Gribo Burrows had made better progress, but was still gnoshing his pumpkin pie. But best of all, Reginard Took was barely into the spiced apple pie!
Wiping bits of crumble from his face, Zibfred let the realization sink in. He was the first to finish all five pies. It was not official yet, but he had bested his ancestral rivals the Tooks. And he would get to represent the East Farthing in the upcoming All-Shire Pie Eating Championship held in Hobbiton during the Harvest Festival.
Marigold Brockhouse walked over and inspected each of Zibfred's pie plates. She looked to make sure that he had not merely smeared pie around in an attempt to cut time by making the illusion that the pie had been finished. But Zibfred had done no such thing. Mari nodded in satisfaction.
At this point, Gribo Burrows finished up his pumpkin pie. He looked up and noted the judge inspecting Zibfred's work. And he sighed. Second wasn't bad if your vegetables were getting judged, or maybe your sheep. But this was the pie eating championship. There was only one champion each year.
Then Mari said those words that every pie eater across the Shire loathes to hear, "Stop eating, we have a winner." Zibfred beamed. He looked around and burned in the scene. There were a few wisps of clouds making their way toward Bree. The breeze brought the delectable smells from the ovens where sets of pies had been cooked for the contest. Someone had brought a retriever to the contest and it was chasing little Myrtle Goodbody around by the river. Yes, this day, Zibfred would remember.
Mari handed Zibfred the Champion's Napkin. This one was purple and had the seal of the East Farthing, as was only awarded at this event once a year. Zibfred grinned at Reginard as he wiped the pumpkin and raspberry filling from his chin. "A particularly sweet victory, indeed." thought Zibfred. After wiping his chin, Zibfred bowed to the judge and thanked her.
Wiping bits of crumble from his face, Zibfred let the realization sink in. He was the first to finish all five pies. It was not official yet, but he had bested his ancestral rivals the Tooks. And he would get to represent the East Farthing in the upcoming All-Shire Pie Eating Championship held in Hobbiton during the Harvest Festival.
Marigold Brockhouse walked over and inspected each of Zibfred's pie plates. She looked to make sure that he had not merely smeared pie around in an attempt to cut time by making the illusion that the pie had been finished. But Zibfred had done no such thing. Mari nodded in satisfaction.
At this point, Gribo Burrows finished up his pumpkin pie. He looked up and noted the judge inspecting Zibfred's work. And he sighed. Second wasn't bad if your vegetables were getting judged, or maybe your sheep. But this was the pie eating championship. There was only one champion each year.
Then Mari said those words that every pie eater across the Shire loathes to hear, "Stop eating, we have a winner." Zibfred beamed. He looked around and burned in the scene. There were a few wisps of clouds making their way toward Bree. The breeze brought the delectable smells from the ovens where sets of pies had been cooked for the contest. Someone had brought a retriever to the contest and it was chasing little Myrtle Goodbody around by the river. Yes, this day, Zibfred would remember.
Mari handed Zibfred the Champion's Napkin. This one was purple and had the seal of the East Farthing, as was only awarded at this event once a year. Zibfred grinned at Reginard as he wiped the pumpkin and raspberry filling from his chin. "A particularly sweet victory, indeed." thought Zibfred. After wiping his chin, Zibfred bowed to the judge and thanked her.
