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Author Name: FreeJam 2 Comments
Date Added: April 27, 2004 17:04:29 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Little Gnome Who Couldn't
Nobby the gnome woke up one day and decided that he wanted to travel the world. Unfortunately that is easier said than done when one is a 3-foot tall garden gnome statue. So he said goodbye to the clay frogs and the tinsel faeries and set out on his quest. Obviously he didnít get very far, being firmly rooted to the ground, incapable of movement, he got exactly nowhere, and slowly. So he sat, figuratively for he was in the eternal pose of standing up, poised to smite some piece of unholy ground with his trusty trowel, and thought about it. He spent a while thinking about it, 3 years in fact, until one day a large sack was unceremoniously chucked over his head and he was carried off. When the sack was removed he found himself in the most wondrous of places. He was in the middle of a clearing in the forest, surrounded by dozens of fellow garden gnomes. He was so happy that he wanted to go up and hug them, but as usual he couldnít move a muscle. Actually if he had had any muscles he probably could have moved them, but since he didnít he stayed right where he was. Then he decided to call out to them, but he didnít know what to say, come to think of it had he ever spoken a single word in his life? Did he have any vocal cords with which to do so? The answer is, of course, no he didnít. Nobby the gnome then wondered if he was in fact alive, realised that he wasnít and turned to stone right on the spot, well figuratively speaking since he was already stone. His owners later received a picture of Nobby in the clearing from the Garden Gnome Liberation Front. They smiled when they looked at it, because, frankly, they had gotten tired of staring at the crusty old gnome day in and day out. The end
Author's Notes:
This is the story that I would love to read to my children one day, heh ;)
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Comment By: FreeAndrew Lull on May 9, 2004 11:57:11 AM Report
The mixture of fantasy and harsh reality is an interesting mix. Cool.
Comment By: Freejoia on April 28, 2004 12:19:11 AM Report
It would make quite the tale to tell a child. Too bad old Gnome hadn't been sprinkled with fairy dust, clicking his heels to be rid of a place where he wasn't wanted. Remarkable story. I enjoyed it, joia


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