By Tiber
Since we‘re now all thinking that maybe we can make some extra money by doing something here on the estate, somebody came up with the idea of charging admission to a Garden Gnome Village.
You’ll recall that we discovered about a hundred of those gnomes up in one of the attic rooms since it turned out that Aunt April has been stealing them out of strangers’ yards for decades.
My mother’s shoulders fell. “Those gnomes don’t belong to us!”
“Yeah, but they’re just sitting up there!”
“And we should be calling the police about them!”
“Come on, Gwen,” my father said, “They’d never find all of the owners anyway. April’s clearly been stealing them for years!”
“The police don’t let people off just for persistence!”
She’s right, of course, but since nobody here is going to call the police, poor Mom stuck to what morals she could.
“Well, we shouldn’t make the gnomes an attraction. It wouldn’t be right to profit off of them.”
Erin suggested, “We can arrange them outside of the front gate! They can be what catches people’s attention and draws them in to see something else!”
Iris Nell looked concerned, “But somebody could steal them!”
Kru leaped in, “People can be such bastards!”
Mom soon did her patented drifting away to another room as if she’d inadvertently intruded on the wrong family.
There’s no doubt that she is our moral compass. It’s just that the rest of us are ferrous metal and we keep knocking her off-course.
