The biggers were behaving very oddly. None of them were leaving the homestead, and only the house biggers came into the garden. Even the cement pond shining bluely in the sunshine wasn’t attracting its usual crowd of screaming divers.
The gnomes wouldn’t have bothered, had not the small biggers come out into the garden and put paper masks on all their faces.
The head bigger laughed.
“Don’t want the little folks getting Covid 19.”
The next morning the biggers discovered the gnomes gathered together on the island in the middle of the duckpond.
Eric’s placard read.
“Social distancing. Keep away.”