The diggers were at it again and Grandma Gnomey Gnome was getting more upset by the moment and every so often tears were falling from her old wrinkled face. She started to remember the morning dew washing her face and the bluebells in the woods near by. "Come on - cheer up" said Mr, Posh who these days spent most of his time with the lady and her nice man both of whom were also very kind to him. Mr.Posh unlike the rest of the gnomes was very well behaved and tried to keep his companions in order making sure they didn't reap too much havoc or mayhem. His twinkling blue eyes endeared him to the lady who kept describing him as cute. He recalls the day they took him to a charity event and even he misbehaved himself. It was all the cakes and he just had to creep up and have a look. He didn't touch as he had weakness for cheese scones, which had been taken behind the counter or he would have nicked one for sure. "It is time for a meeting Grandma Gnomey Gnome" said Posh "The noise here is too much and I can't even stand being here now. Even when I nod off at night I can still hear the noise its deafening" he added. Grandma Gnomey Gnome nodded in agreement and then said "Grumpy, Cheeky,Silly and Smartypants got it right".
Saturday, 27 December 2014
What shall we do?
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