Dinner was finished and the dishes were washed on a late
July day when Aubrey threw his cloak over his arm and climbed out of this cozy
home beneath the tree. It was no small feat either because gnomes, who desire
privacy above all else, build their homes deep among the twisted roots of old
trees where no one can disturb them.
Often there are tangles and false corridors to keep out strangers. Aubrey, who knew his passageways like
the back of his hand, was out in no time. He paused only when a button got
caught on a sharp root.
The evening air was warm and he took a deep breathe, letting
it fill his lungs. The sun was just dropping below the horizon and the tall
grasses of the field were silhouetted in the fading light. He dusted himself
off, gave an approving glance, and set out down the familiar path…
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