Little Wooden Gnome: Lonely Child Chapter 1 *revis
Oh! little wooden winter gnome, clogging up the hall. Your feet so big are all a mess, leftover from this fall. Sitting by yourself must be, a tragic thing at best. But if I come and sit with you, you can put it to the test. My mom and dad have some guests, so I shouldn’t be around. Instead I will just sit with you, not making any sound. You seem to be the only friend, that I have ever had. For longer than a day or two, I know it seems quite sad. But I think of us as friends forever, always sharing tales. Of things we did the day before, like pretend that we were whales. I know were young but who is there, to notice what we’ve done. Not many people care for us, so why not have some fun. Thank you little wooden gnome, for being my best friend. I hope that I am your friend too, So I don’t have to pretend.
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