31/7/25

I am home alone, and so sad that she left me here. The Mistress informed me that I was going down to Waimate with them, and obviously, she had forgotten. I don't feel important anymore. Other things occupy her mind these days. I doubt that I have ever felt so sad. Looking out the window, I see the caravan is gone, and I have missed another great experience for a mere Gnome. I had been looking forward to that time away and learning about a family bereavement. I will get over it, eventually. 

These humans would have seen their friends down there, and I was looking forward to seeing them too. Oops, she could have left me in one place and forgotten about me, and this would have been a disaster; that woman would have put me in a box again and sent me on my way. 

The Mistress has a lot going on with this caravan issue, and her mind isn't always functioning correctly. She has taught me all about life's stresses and how they affect the brain. I am slowly catching on, but this is tough for a Gnome to comprehend. Gee, where did I find that word?

The human world is so different. It is excellent; I have the opportunity to learn, and she's a pretty good teacher. As for His Lordship teaching me, I see him as someone like me, who stays quiet and observes. He thinks it is safer this way!

I sit here at the window, watching this village go about its day. The fella with long legs and tiny shorts wanders around and keeps an eye on what everyone's up to. He checks our place for any potential criminals and is a great neighborhood watch.

So now I wonder when these humans will be home again. I do have to admit, I have missed them, but most of all, I wish I had gone with them, but it wasn't meant to be.











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