In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: It was a hobbit hole, and that moans
comfort.
It had a perfect round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The
door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and
floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was
fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all
the people for many miles round called it - and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on
another, No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had
whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same
passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows,
deep-set round windows looking over his garden, and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.
Read the passage above with accuracy and fluency. Discuss any unfamillar words from the passage and what
strategies you used to understand them.
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