The Hobbit

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 hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
The Hobbit.  J. R. R. Tolkien.

We finally got to see The Hobbit today. Really enjoyed it, though I was bit dubious about the rabbits.