Oh my, poor Millicent's garden is in horrible disarray. The beneficials are partying in the hedgerow and ignoring their duties. I'm sending Henry my most loyal gnome over to help keep them from shirking their duties. If you want to know what I'm jabbering about, check it out here:
My gnomes are all very well behaved but Gustav is rather short and doesn't have an authoritative air, Silvan is rather old and doesn't see well since his glasses are broken and Mikhael has an esteem problem; so Henry is on the way. Most gnomes have a reputation for orneriness and mischief but mine are in the front yard and must behave or they go to the back yard. They don't want to go back there cuz that is where the chickens live. Did you know that chickens hate gnomes? Well, Mikhael's esteem prob comes from part of one ear being pecked off by Henrietta (my bully hen). I've refused to get him plastic surgery cuz it's a good reminder to the others what will happen if they get sent to the back yard....AAAAHHHH, peace reigns...teehee....
TFL...
Date: Monday, February 4, 2013 GMT Views: 1161
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Registered: April 18, 2011 Location: Melbourne, Aus Posts: 51844
Mon, Feb 04, 2013 @ 10:35 PM
Yahoo, I can't decide what I love more.....your story or your card. Thank goodness we live in Craftland, we can love everything and never have to choose. TFS
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Registered: October 21, 2010 Location: in the okanagan in b.c. canada Posts: 13012
Tue, Feb 05, 2013 @ 11:22 AM
LOL.....great little story. I think I would be good too and stay in the front. I bet your beautiful garden here even has one of them littel swirly paths or mazes...:0)..would just LOVE to explore here, and visit all the littel friends...TFS..:0)
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