Caldwell was the newest gnome in the Garden, and he wasn’t making himself popular with his constant questioning. Today it was Ernie’s turn, but even that worthy’s monumental patience was wearing thin.
“You casts your hook into the pond. And you sits.”
“Wassa point of that?”
“If you sticks around you might even find out.”
Caldwell sat on the mossy bank moodily throwing twigs into the water. He was completely unprepared for the arrival of Big Bertha with a wheelbarrow.
“Oh good. You’re doing nothing. There’s manure to be shifted.”
Caldwell quickly learned the benefits of fishing as a hobby.
Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Ninety
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