Part Six: Shut Up and Kill Something
The higher the carnivorous gnomes climbed upon one another, their snapped ceramic fingers scratching for the counter, the farther back Rosa and Calvin scrunched, until they were wedging themselves uncomfortably …
The higher the carnivorous gnomes climbed upon one another, their snapped ceramic fingers scratching for the counter, the farther back Rosa and Calvin scrunched, until they were wedging themselves uncomfortably …
The couple scooted away from the approaching gnomes, a couple inches, until their backs were pressed up against the turned-over hutch. With a look and a nod, they shoved the …
Hunkered down in their furniture fort – and with only minor burns from Calvin’s ill-fated toaster fork-launcher attempt – Rosa and Calvin paused from swatting at the pint-size predators invading …
Calvin and Rosa raced across the living room, the death throes of the cat still ringing in their ears, desperate to put another wall between them and the encroaching picnic …
“What in the heck…?” Calvin muttered, staring through the glass storm door at the scene beyond. “What is it?” asked Rosa. “It’s… gnomes.” “OK, Mr. Funny Guy,” she replied, rolling …
