Goldi yawned and made her way to her guest room at the Great Smials. Rose and Daisy had gone to bed a while ago, but Goldi had stayed up far too late listening to Uncle Merry and Uncle Pippin tell stories.
She opened the door quietly, trying not to wake her sisters. She set the candle on the bedside table and turned back the covers.
She covered her mouth with her hand at the sight of the bullfrog in her bed, gaping up at her with huge eyes. “Faramir!” she muttered. She scowled and picked up the frog. This means war!