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"
Voiceless
it
cries
,
Wingless
flutters
,
Toothless
bites
,
Mouthless
mutters
.
"
"
Half
a
moment
!
"
cried
Bilbo
,
who
was
still
thinking
uncomfortably
about
eating
.
Fortunately
he
had
once
heard
something
rather
like
this
before
,
and
getting
his
wits
back
he
thought
of
the
answer
.
"
Wind
,
wind
of
course
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
was
so
pleased
that
he
made
up
one
on
the
spot
.
"
This
'll
puzzle
the
nasty
little
underground
creature
,
"
he
thought
:
"
An
eye
in
a
blue
face
Saw
an
eye
in
a
green
face
.
"
That
eye
is
like
to
this
eye
"
Said
the
first
eye
,
"
But
in
low
place
,
