Have you ever wondered... about the home of a gnome. Well this may be the story of one gnome and his home.
Once upon a time in a grassy green meadow with a river that rounds, there in the middle stands the home of a gnome. The home of a gnome has a grassy floor in the hollow of a tree. There near the door is a little window, so a visitor may sneak a peek. He has a window and a door to keep out the cold of winter and the let in the cool midsummer nights breezes to tickle his nose as he sleeps. He has a round little bed to rest his head. A mushroom table that is more than it seems, it holds the sticks. Well the sticks are the gnome’s and with these sticks he plays. On chilly afternoon days he may pile them high as for a fire to feel cozy warm inside. During summer days and night, he may place them this way and that in the shape of a room to sleep under the star filled sky. Then he may set them out to run races in a path, that walking feet may pass. His home is surrounded by trees and pine cones to climb. He has a copper leaf boat to sail the river round. He shares his home with his hedgehog friend. They play all day and into the night for that is the way gnomes spend their days. It is just what they do best.
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