It may be that I find this to be so funny because I am sure that it is true.
I have a friend who works for the Ontario govt. She assesses applications for govt assistance for the handicapped. She was telling me about a woman with an autistic teenager.
The mother, lets call her Svetlana, heads off to work like any other day leaving her son, Walter?, at home. Nothing unusual there. Walter, a big strappin lad, has some chores and studies to attend to but he is a big LOTR fan and is prone to turning on the movie and neglecting his obligations.
Svetlana calls home at lunch to see how things are going.
Hello Walter. Did you feed the cat? Have you finished your math?
I have a hobbit replies Walter.
Now Walter turn off the movie and do your chores
OK mom but I have a hobbit says Walter with conviction.
Alright dear, I will call back in a few hours to make sure you have done your work.
True to her word Svetlana checks in mid afternoon and gets much the same. I have a hobbit mom.
Allright, I will be home in a bit. Please finish your studies. Svetlana doesnt think much of it as she often misunderstands what Walter is trying to say. The day wears on and finally Svetlana arrives home again.
I have a hobbit mom! I have a hobbit! Walter repeats excitedly as he greets her at the door. From inside the house Svetlana can hear banging and shouting.
What on earth is going on? she says heading for the sound. Svetlana arrives at Walters bedroom closet to find it barricaded with the dresser.
Who is in the closet? Move this dresser at once. Svetlana orders and Walter complies. I have a hobbit.
Svetlana opens the closet door to find a midget, on his knees, dressed in a black suit, holding a bible and a Jehovahs Witness pamphlet.
Afterwards, in a sweeping gesture of karmic equilibrium, the local chapter of JWs apologized profusely to Svetlana and Walter and the pint sized proselytizer was reprimanded for attempting solo conversions.