The office was no longer an office. It was a battleground. Not only did every appliance come on. Gnomes came out of the woodwork and started throwing thing all over the place. Plants were dumped, papers were strewn everywhere. Picture fell off the walls.
Little Gnomes were laughing and playing with everything that can be moved. They jumped on me and started pulling my hair and poking my eyes. I did my best to stop them but they persisted. Still they jumped on my back and hung on, meanwhile laughing in hysteria.
I was beside myself trying to keep up with the stuff flying across the room, and tying to pick up the things that were dumped, only to have the Gnomes dump them again. It was like something you would see out of an animated children’s story. Only this is not a story. This is real life. I stopped trying and just watched.
The little Gnome named Mikos was watching the mayhem just as I was. He seemed pleased that he could cause all this.
I crossed my arms and waited.
Realizing something was a miss he turned and looked me in the eye.
I just shook my head, letting him know that despite this turmoil I was not giving in.
Mikos then understood. I could see it in his eyes.
He made a sound much like a whistle and the bedlam ceased. All the other gnomes stopped in mid motion and looked at him. He did some kind of hand gesture, and then all the mess was cleaned up and the other gnomes disappeared. Everything was back in place including my manuscript. The only thing left was him and me comparing each other.
My arms still crossed, I addressed him. “Did it ever occur to you to ask for the iced coffee?”
Mikos looked down.
I continued, “I might have shared if you just shown yourself. I don’t like people taking from me. It’s rude.”
The little guy’s eyes went wide. “Share? You.”
“Is this your first contact with humans?” I asked.
The Gnomes eyes went grave. He shook his head.
I went back to the desk and sat down. “Would you tell me about it?”
The Gnomes disappeared and then appeared right on the desk. He eyed me curiously.
I could see he wanted to tell me something, but he was cautious also. I wanted to reassure him. “I won’t hurt you.”
He began to speak…
Until next time.
Little Gnomes were laughing and playing with everything that can be moved. They jumped on me and started pulling my hair and poking my eyes. I did my best to stop them but they persisted. Still they jumped on my back and hung on, meanwhile laughing in hysteria.
I was beside myself trying to keep up with the stuff flying across the room, and tying to pick up the things that were dumped, only to have the Gnomes dump them again. It was like something you would see out of an animated children’s story. Only this is not a story. This is real life. I stopped trying and just watched.
The little Gnome named Mikos was watching the mayhem just as I was. He seemed pleased that he could cause all this.
I crossed my arms and waited.
Realizing something was a miss he turned and looked me in the eye.
I just shook my head, letting him know that despite this turmoil I was not giving in.
Mikos then understood. I could see it in his eyes.
He made a sound much like a whistle and the bedlam ceased. All the other gnomes stopped in mid motion and looked at him. He did some kind of hand gesture, and then all the mess was cleaned up and the other gnomes disappeared. Everything was back in place including my manuscript. The only thing left was him and me comparing each other.
My arms still crossed, I addressed him. “Did it ever occur to you to ask for the iced coffee?”
Mikos looked down.
I continued, “I might have shared if you just shown yourself. I don’t like people taking from me. It’s rude.”
The little guy’s eyes went wide. “Share? You.”
“Is this your first contact with humans?” I asked.
The Gnomes eyes went grave. He shook his head.
I went back to the desk and sat down. “Would you tell me about it?”
The Gnomes disappeared and then appeared right on the desk. He eyed me curiously.
I could see he wanted to tell me something, but he was cautious also. I wanted to reassure him. “I won’t hurt you.”
He began to speak…
Until next time.
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