It was a rather dark and cloudy night.
A little gnome was on his way home; he had gathered herbs all day and had forgotten about the time and now the sudden sunset had surprised him.
He was usually a very calm little fellow but he couldn't ignore the matter of fact that the darkness actually made him anxious; who know what was lurking in the dark? There could be bears... or maybe wolfs... or maybe even a troll! And none of them would think twice before gulping him up! What if he met a goblin? It sure would bring him back to its camp where they maybe would torture him... and then eat him. Of course.
The little gnome nervously started to walk faster... then he heard something... wasn't there... something in those bushes looking at him…?
He started to run. It was now too late for him, he wouldn't get away alive; why, oh why, didn't I go home earlier?
He rushed over fallen trees and old moss-covered rocks while he repeatedly stumbled upon his long beard. Suddenly he reached a little door placed at the bottom of a big tree; he was home. The gnome looked around while heavily panting. It was nothing there. Maybe... maybe never even had been followed?
But he entered the door a little bit quicker then usual and locked it in a haste; ones could never be too sure after all.
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I have no particular comment.
I just like this one C: