Gnome Country for Old Monsters, Part Three
The Heart of Gnome Country erupted in a ventricular spasm of disbelief. A gnome threw a bowl of blackberry cobbler at Hansel and barely missed. The gnomes were angry, and they were angry at Hansel, but they weren’t yelling about true love.
“Now you did it!” yelled a little gnome in a pink hat.
“Do you want us to dance?” another asked.
“I still have chafing from last time!” screamed a taller male gnome in a blue hat.
“QUIET.” The Queen was standing on Grendel’s knee, and her booming voice held none of the South now. “Agnton. Come forward.” The strange gnome stepped in-between Hansel and the Queen.
“Wait a minute, don’t I get to say what I want—” mumbled Grendel.
“NO,” replied Hansel and GnaGna in unison. Grendel looked unhappy with the arrangements for the first time that evening but didn’t say…
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