Saturday, March 10, 2012

FACT: The oldest known gnome was Aquinas Taft who was 273 when he died in a wood-splitting accident.


“Whoooo are you?” the shadow repeated. After a moment however, the voice descended into a trilling laughter that was somewhat musical. “Get it? ‘Whoooo are you?’ It’s an owl thing” the voice chirped playfully. For the first time Aubrey noted that the voice was distinctly female.

“You’re an owl?” Aubrey asked in a way that was more of a statement. In the darkness he could make out the shape of the great bird perched on the boundary fence. He saw its eyes staring back at him, unblinking.

“And you’re a gnome,” she said matter of factly. “My name is Adrianna.”

“Aubrey. Aubrey Meriwether,” he stammered.

“Well Aubrey Meriwether, why is a gnome like yourself out past his bedtime?” she teased. “Surely you know the dangers that lurk in the forest at night.”

“Um, well, I mean, I enjoy walks in the evening and the sun set quicker than I had expected and I was just looking out at the forest and I lost track of time and…” the words spilled from him until Adrianna interrupted.

“You’ve never seen an owl have you? …

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