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Once upon a time, a fairy, fairy long time ago, before the Gnoman Empire, before the Gnomads traveled all over the lands, before the Human Gee-Gnome was discovered, but… a little after Gnomo-sapiens had suddenly got the urge to stand up and walk their walk and talk their talk, there was a tiny undisturbed hamlet in a place hidden away and UnbeGnomest to man.
This place was called GnomeMans land. Here lived an old Gnome who went by the name of Oscar. His friends loved him dearly and had long talked about giving him the Oscar Gnomination one of these days for his reGnomed gardens that were featured all over the lands. He had worked hard all his life and had achieved PheGnomenal success for his work inventing several beneficial tools. Many of which the Gnomes used tending their gardens. Especially popular were his ErgoGnomic and Gnomatic handtools that just about everyone used in those days.
His daughter MissGnomer, who lived at home and took care of Oscar, had been given the job of tending his garden, while he worked. Not being a typical Gnome she was not fond of this task though. She mostly used the GnomeMaintenance method that her grandfather had taught her and her brother when they were young. BUT after a day mostly trying to avoid this work, she did love to make Gnomemade food for the two of them, using many of the fruits and vegetables the garden produced.
When Oscar would come wandering home, after a long strenuous day at the new fairy garden they were building behind the fairy houses just outside town, he would hear her pretty voice from afar singing the joyous and Gnomantic song from Gnomeo and Juliet called ‘To Gnome me is to love me’. Then he would hurry into the kitchen as fast as his old legs could carry him to see what gastroGnomical master pieces she had cooked up for them today. He was never disappointed. She worked as steady as a metroGnome.
Sometimes when MissGnomer had made too much food she would leave a warm meal for their neighbor across the brook who suffered greatly from Gnomonia. It always gave her much pleasure to give away things aGnonymously.
After supper the long quiet evenings would be spent listening to the crickets chirping in the tall oak trees, playing Gnomerial games like Game of Gnomes, or when the summer sky was clear, they would pier into the astroGnomical space above them and wonder in silence what kinda UnGnomed things the next day would bring them in GnomeMans Land.
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