We gather in memory of Tippy Smallfoot, our friend and constant companion from before the time Pelor led me to this family. Now I heard stories of a little hobbit who tried very hard and consistently failed to stay out of danger. This was not the Tippy I knew. I guess he just got tired of failing and decided to embrace whatever fate the Gods had planned. This is a kind of wisdom, the kind that brings acceptance and an ability to look beyond yourself to the higher good. I admired Tippy greatly. My terrifying visage never scared him, and I could relax and be myself around him. Whatever happy hunting grounds he is in now, I hope it is full of adventure and peril enough to keep a little hobbit interested. We will miss you, my friend.
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