Bear in Mind What Happened: Bingo Bolger-Bolger
Although the memory is a bit fuzzy, I can remember all that happened while I was ill and what it was like to be the small creature I became yesterday. And the feeling is quite odd, though not wholly unfamiliar; for the koala bear, as Iorhael calls it, is a recurring fixture in my dreams. It has a personality quite distinct from my own, I suppose, though I have inhabited its consciousness in my dreams, just as I actually did yesterday by the magical virus's fell power. But there is one thing I find I share with the small creature. Both of us seem to have a weakness for the abundant kindness and abiding warmth of a certain extraordinary hobbit
which won over our hearts and souls in a brief space of time. Not at all surprising that.
It was rather queer to be such a small being with such unusual preoccupations, but I suppose no harm was done in the long run, really. And still, a certain unusual recipe has remained imprinted in my memory which perhaps may prove useful one day. I do think the worry my illness caused my love is far greater than any effect on my health that may remain. And his mind was already troubled by enough worries. I hope and pray I can help ease his weary soul.