Gnomes – Poteen 5

When almost everyone had partway recovered from the effects of Big Bigger’s booze Brenda called a meeting.
“Right you lot. I’ve only got one thing to say. Nobody brews no po-cheen.”
She ignored the mumbling and grumbling and went for a quiet rest in the herbaceous border.
She awoke to find Granny snoring beside her.
“What you doing here, old nome?”
Granny awoke with a start, and by the time they had found the teeth that exploded from her mouth it was dinner time and the question was forgotten.
Cheezer, Oisin, and Chiggers were conspicuously absent.
Big Brenda sighed.

©jj 2022

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