As a hobbit, I have always been intrigued by the big people, or as they are commonly called, humans. They are so tall and imposing compared to us hobbits, who prefer a quiet and simple life in the Shire. I have seen humans pass through our lands on their great adventures, wielding swords and wearing armor that seems too heavy for my small frame to even lift.
But despite their size and strength, I cannot help but feel a sense of wonder and curiosity about them. I have heard tales of their bravery and courage, of the great deeds they have accomplished in the world beyond our peaceful borders. It is both frightening and fascinating to think of the world they inhabit, full of dangers and wonders that we hobbits can only dream of.
And yet, as much as I admire the big people, I cannot help but feel a sense of relief that I am not one of them. I am content in my hobbit hole, surrounded by my family and friends, living a comfortable and quiet life. The big people may be glorious and grand, but I would not trade my simple existence for all the riches and adventures in the world.
Imagine you are a hobbit, write a short passage describing what you feel about the big people.
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