The morning came, pale and clammy. Frodo woke up first, and found that a tree-root had made a hole in his back, and that his neck was stiff. Walking for pleasure! Why didn't I drive? he thought, as he usually did at the beginning of an expedition. And all my beautiful feather beds are sold to the Sackville-Bagginses! These tree-roots would do them good. He stretched. Wake up, hobbits! he cried. It's a beautiful morning.What's beautiful about it? said Pippin, peering over the edge of his blanket with one eye. Sam! Get breakfast ready for half-past nine! Have you got the bath-water hot?Sam jumped up, looking rather bleary. No, sir, I haven't, sir! he said.Frodo stripped the blankets from Pippin and rolled him over, and then walked off to the edge of the wood.