The big thing they need around here is wood. One of the locals sends me to Chetwood where lumber is being cut and gathered,to see if I can help the process along. The sooner they get the wood they need, the sooner they can rebuild. To that end he sends me to the Combe lumber camp.
The leader of the lumber camp is one Taylor Green. I trot into his camp and offer my services. He's dutifully grateful for the assistance. "We want to start taking down trees just north-west of here, but there's a wolf den in there. I'd be obliged if you could clean the place out for us."
"You mean you want a lone Hobbit with a knife to go in and make the area safe so you can send in your groups of men with axes?"
"Like I said, I'd be much obliged."
It looks like there's no point in arguing, so I stomp off into the woods to kill a big pile of wolves.
This is not nice work, but then I do like it more than killing spiders.
"Done." I tell Green after I return.
"Really?" he asks enthusiastically, "The wolf den is all taken care of?"
"Not in the slightest. The thing is still swarming with the furry bastards. But I did as you asked and killed just six of them."
His casts his eyes downward, "Oh."
"Not to worry though. I'm sure you've got them demoralized by now."
"You think so?" he asks hopefully.
"No," I say with a shrug, "But I did my part."