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Don't you wish you could be a hobbit? In fact, don't we all? And I'm not talking about the four specific hobbits who left the Shire to go on a perilous journey to save Middle-earth (well, five if you count Bilbo Baggins). I'm talking about all the other hobbits of the Shire—the ones who wake up, have breakfast, smoke a pipe while gazing at the most gorgeous view imaginable, have second breakfast, rest, drink some ale, smoke another pipe, have elevensies, eat some salted pork while reading a book, meet friends for luncheon, stay for afternoon tea with another round of Old Toby and ale, then have dinner, get ready for bed, smoke one last pipe, have a quick supper, and call it a day.
That sounds like heaven to me. Once a week, they have a giant party for someone's birthday, and the rest of the time, it's just eat, drink, sleep, repeat. No wonder none of them ever want to leave the Shire.