7/8/25

The humans eventually arrived home. I spotted them pulling up on Sunday. I had forgotten they had swapped their car for a big blue one, which belonged to his brother. Not a word was spoken about forgetting to take me with them. This did not put me in a reasonable frame of mind, either, I might add. They appeared busy unpacking for the rest of the day, and the brother and his wife came to swap cars back and took the caravan back to their place.

A mere Gnome just has to suck it up and move on, she has taught me. Just as well she doesn't give me jobs to do around here, because I could well strike about my conditions. 

She must have read my mind, as she announced where the door is. Gee, she is so mean to me. I may need a holiday on my own somewhere. This could be tricky as my little legs would struggle to hitchhike. Where would I go?  No income to support me, doesn't make me a happy Chappie. Her words, "Suck it up," haunt me daily. 

A baby Gnome has appeared since they came home, and I do not know who the mother or father is. 


She looks rather cute, but working out who it belongs to is a mystery.
I have not witnessed any hanky panky around here either. Certainly, nobody has owned up to this. I do feel sorry for it, though. Living here with all sorts of human conditions could well get you into trouble. I don't even know whether it's a boy or a girl, and I'm not willing to look either. I'll keep an eye out for potential parents and offer them some handy hints on living here, since it's for retirees. These mates are well past it and laze around every day, as their working life is over. Trixie tells me they can still father these little beings, yet the mind boggles as to who could deliver such a cute little thing and leave it to hang over a mushroom to sleep.
I shall ponder for a while.



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