The Gnome and The Pixie

The Gnome and The Pixie – What Happens in Fairy City Stays in Fairy City

Golden-orange rays shot through the last break in the foliage of the large maple trees at the back of the yard, and shines on Gnome McDoogal.  Gnome is of course a Gnome, well to be more specific a garden Gnome.  He’s seen a lot of sunsets, of course more than he can count, but you can see he’s weathered many from his faded paint.  It’s okay though, as a Gnome this gives him character, and history.  He wears his age as a badge of honor for a Gnome, and he should.  After all he is named Gnome for goodness sake.  The last rays of direct sunlight get cut off by the horizon, and Gnome dreads the inevitable arrival of Buddy Pixie.

The tall grass of the un-mowed lawn rustles quietly, as Buddy Pixie emerges from the edge of the grass into the garden.  Pixie is quite small, standing only seven inches tall.  As pixie walks, tiny bits of pixie dust fall off of him, and they have a blue and green luminescence that seem to sparkle as they float to the ground.  Buddy Pixie has been insulted by Gnome.  Pixie offered Gnome safe traveling to the Fairy City, but Gnome scoffed at Pixie’s offer.  Gnomes don’t travel!  They find a nice garden and settle down.  Well that’s the way a Gnome should be.  While there may be the random Gnome who decides to work for a travel website, the good traditional Gnome’s Gnomes, do what Gnomes have always done, and keep watch over the gardens.  Pixie doesn’t understand that life style.  Buddy Pixie is always on the move, looking for adventure, and getting into trouble.

“Mr. Pixie, I don’t want to travel, not even to Fairy City, so don’t even bother asking me again.”  Gnome mumbled grumpily.

“Hey man, why don’t you call me Buddy?”  Inquired Pixie.

“Mr. Pixie, I just don’t like you.” Snapped Gnome.

“That’s not true.  You can’t say we didn’t have fun the last time we went to Fairy City, well once I finally convinced you to get your butt out of this garden for an evening!”

“Well maybe, but it was a one time thing, it certainly wasn’t fun enough to bother going again.  I belong here.  You wouldn’t understand Mr. Pixie, you don’t have any sense of duty, not like a gnome anyhow…” Gnome decreed.

Gnome liked to go on these rants, he would start sounding like an old coot, even though he’s still young in Gnome years.  Perhaps he just has an old gnome soul.

Mr. Pixie is getting impatient with Gnome’s rambling and he’s not even hearing the words anymore.

“Whoa, hold on a minute there Mr. ‘I’m a proper example of the tradition of Gnome, blah blah blah.”  Mr. Pixie interrupted.  “Did you ever call that fairy?  You know the one, you got her number the last time we were in Fairy City?”

Gnome has a strange look on his face, you can tell that he’s trying to figure out what to say, or just maybe a believable excuse.

“Wait don’t, don’t even answer…  You didn’t call did you?  Gnome Gnome Gnome… what am I going to do with you.  I guess you can lead a Gnome to Fairy City, but you can’t make him fun.”  Mr. Pixie quipped.

“Mr. Pixie, you’re annoying me, and what you just said isn’t even a real saying.  So how about you make like a banana and leave.”  Gnome shot back.

“Not only did you not call the pretty fairy who liked you for some inexplicable reason, now you’re quoting Gnome to the Future as a sarcastic comeback?  Gosh you’re a nerd, Gnome.”  Mr. Pixie says with exhaustion from arguing with Gnome.  “Look, just shut up and get a move on, we’re heading to Fair City, you’ll have a good time, and I won’t even make you admit it later.”

To be continued…