Apparently, someone whose name will not be revealed here, convinced someone close to Maryann and me to help Gnorman find some new digs. (I suspect an un-named Portland REALTOR® was the one who colluded with Gnorman for assistance in escaping the Portland area. Without further evidence I shall make no accusations. She knows who she is. snerx.)
Unbeknown to us this person of mystery hatched a devious plot wherein the keys to our van were purloined, temporarily, and Gnorman was placed in a box in the van. It wasn't until we got home and were unloading that we discovered him stowed away in a box we used to take things to our daughters. You saw how he took his time to case the place before he found a suitable position from which he could work his gnomish magic on the premises.
We are sure that his intentions and those of the folks who hid him away are quite pure. They love a mystery as much as we do. They knew where I usually kept the van keys. I hate to carry them around in my pocket when I am not driving anywhere.
The following is part of Gnorman's story in his own words.
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5 comments:
Sounds like Gnorman is a friendly Gnome. Well, here's hoping he brings you lots of luck. Glad the mystery is solved for you.
First of all, dude, not all gnomes are born equal. This Gnome is from Portland, Oregon - so he must be the best of the best Gnome.
:)
That was pretty sneaky! I love it. I hope he brings you lots of luck.
Have a terrific day. :)
An inside job, eh? And here I was ready to put The Old Bastards on trial. I guess I owe them an apology.
Agree with Fred, thought it was the Bastards all along!
=grin=
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