Durwood had finished sweeping the old off cuts of pipe weed from the barn floor when Master Longo Burrows came into the barn.
“Durwood I need you to go down to south field, those musicians that asked to play here have gone and started their playing down there and they should be up here near the barn in north field ”
Durwood’s heart sank, he had spent the past week carefully tilling the soil and planting the tiny seedlings that would grow into what Longo had promised would be his best crop yet. Throwing the broom into the corner he ran down to south field and he could see straight away a large crowd was already dancing around. He tried to get them to move to the correct field but they either could not hear him over the din or they chose to ignore him.
When Master Longo heard the news he was furious and snapped one of his pipes in anger.
“Well you had better go keep an eye on them, make sure they stick to that part of the field and don’t go trampling about the place” he said rummaging for a new pipe in one of his draws.
Durwood trudged back down the hill and stood watching the Hobbits jumping up and down on his new seedlings. Thankfully they stayed in one place apart from a few trouble makers who tried to wander off into the fully grown crops, but they had been persuaded to return to the crowd with a stern stare and quick glance at the large wooden stick that Durwood used to chase off the boars. Apart from some reckless fireworks hitting the nearby apple orchard the damage was contained.
After they had finished their dancing and set off the last of the fireworks Durwood set about the task of trying rescue what he could of the crop.
