I always told my mother not to buy those horrible gnomes for the garden, because those gnomes are evil: but she didn't listen to me, and now, she is having a hard time, because one day when she wasn't at home, a gnome came to life and bit me, so in less than a minute I, myself, had become a gnome for the garden just like the one who had bitten me; now, my mother thinks I'm lost, and, from the garden, I can see her lean out of the window and cry for me everyday.
The end.
