the gnome

The gnome jumped with glee around the garden. Its long white beard followed its every movement, but came tumbling down as the gnome fell. A long black shadow fell ontop the gnome. Stood above him was the king, and the owner of that very garden it trampled.

"You little vermin!" Screamed the king in rage as he cast down his long golden scepter. The gnome yelped, but it was too late. The sheer force caved in its skull, sending chunks and splatters of red around the garden.

"You died as you lived," said the king, "a jolly pile of mush."