Kids… wargs… optimists…

Kids… optimists…

A surreal but fun item from Wormtalk and Slugspeak:

Yet another surreal moment (thanks, JRRT)

This morning my son and daughter were playing "Mama warg, baby warg."  Yes, they were pretending that they were bloodthirsty super-wolves, ravening through Middle-earth (though mostly it seems they were making "dens" by draping blankets over the furniture).

So I asked them, "What are your names?  Bone-gnasher and Blood-fang?"

Son: "I’m Cookie."

Daughter:  "My name is Patches." 

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  1. Orthros says:

    This is awesome.

    “Oh no, it’s the dread warg Cookie!”

  2. Lindsay says:

    ROFL! Thanks for sharing!

    Shameless kid story: This week, after telling my 4 year old I didn’t think there was the slightest danger of monsters in our hallway, he responded, “Oh, have they all died out like the dinosaurs?”

    I’ll have to ask what the names of the monsters in the hallway were, though…

  3. Thomas says:

    I hope they didn’t prowl the neighborhood attacking barefoot midgets.

  4. Kristen says:


  5. plisto says:

    Our four-year-old just asked, if some witches live around in our hall-way… I said no, but unless she didn’t go to brush her teeth immediately, then I might turn into one…. hehe

  6. MB says:

    Scary wargs, indeed, ‘Cookie,’ and ‘Patches.’ That’s absolutely hilarious! LOL!!!

  7. Maureen says:

    Nature TV shows of Middle-Earth: The Year of Wargs.

    “Freed from their treaty obligations to the Goblins, today’s wargs spend most of their time hunting Irish elks and raising their pups. Thanks to having pulled a thornbush out of Bloodfang’s paw two years ago, I was invited to spend a year in their secret valley — first observing all security precautions, of course.”

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