Over at that DS106 Daily Create (TDC889) yesterday folks were prompted to:
Tell a story that is whispered in Bovine County. Make it ART.
Miss Cris Crissman / @Cris2B Twitter shared this little ditty. My Grandson Don was able to snap the pic above this morning. I’m betting that happy gnome on the log in front of my place is drinking some of that Burgeron Backwoods Brew we made a few weeks back. If Don keeps sharing it with the cows and now the Gnomes, we’re not going to have any left for the reunion party at the end of August.
There was something unusual about the garden gnome stationed near the peonies at the Burgeron family home. His eyes seemed to follow you around like those of a bad ancestral portrait. And that look on his face, well, could it be disgust? I’m definitely posting his pix on Instagram.
Whoa! How’d I trip? That was quite a wallop. If I didn’t know better I’d say that funky little fat creature didn’t like having his picture made . . .
And that’s how the rumors of the grumpy gnome at the Burgeron’s place began.
With apologies to Libba Bray, Going Bovine