‘See him in the shorts? He’s thinking of buying us and sticking us in his pond’.
‘No! I hate getting my feet wet’.
‘Hey, did you hear about Norman the Gnome and Flighty Felicity the fairy from next door?’
‘Him with the bare bum?’
‘No the chap with the fishing rod. Seems Felicity has been fluttering over the fence at night for a bit of hanky-panky!’
‘We’ll have to watch them at the meeting’
‘Goa. We are going next week’.
‘No. the Garden Ornament Association meeting behind the shed at Pixie Pete’s place at three on Sunday morning’
‘Oh, that. Must remind Stone Snail Sam to set off early’.
‘I wonder if Statue Sid will come. He’s having difficulty off his plinth since his hand dropped off’.
‘Hopefully, we’ll see the Tin Butterfly there. What’s his name? Thri…Thris…’
‘Wanda the Wooden Witch will know, she’s good at spelling…squawk-squawk!’.
‘I hope Goblin Gary makes it. Since his owner threw him away he’s been living rough in the park’.
‘No gnome to go to! Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh’.
‘Oh-oh. We’ve been sold. I wonder where we’ll end up’.
‘If he grabs me by the neck I’ll peck his…!’
201 words! I promise to do no more than 199 next week!
For Sunday Photo Fiction where the picture prompt is provided by Susan Spaulding.