By Hyel
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"Well?" Pippin asked. Dinny stood next to him with her arms crossed, silent.
Farry pursed his lips. "He was picking on Meli. He was pulling her hair. I asked him to stop like you said I should, but he wouldn't. He deserved it!" he added with passion.
Pippin and Dinny looked at each other. Pippin knelt down to look his son in the eye.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Farry interrupted. "You can't tell me it was wrong. You did the same thing. You made the bad men go away. If you hadn't they'd have kept on hurting hobbits."
At a loss, Pippin looked up at his wife.
Dinny sighed. "You threw a potato at him. Tommy will only have it in for you and Meli both from now on. We can't get involved directly, because Tommy's not our son and it's rightly his parents' task to set him straight. But next time you see him picking on Meli... bring Borry with you."
"Din!"
"And don't hurt him!" Dinny interjected. "Just scare him. And if that doesn't work, tell me."
Pippin fought back a grin. "I'll talk to his parents. And you're still grounded."
"But I did the right thing!"
"Throwing potatoes at bullies is never the right thing. The waste of a perfectly good potato. Think on that when you stay indoors studying for, oh... let's say a half-hour."
Farry grinned. "Okay, dad." Elated, the lad raced up the steps quickly before his parents could change their minds.
Pippin and Dinny looked at each other, smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths.
"Like father like son," Dinny said at last, starting to laugh.
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