J. R. R. Tolkien Quote
Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot; fry them, boil them and eat them hot?
The Hobbit: The Enchanting Prelude to The Lord of the Rings (ed. 1973)