Little Wooden Gnome: Wear and Tear Chapter 2

Little wooden winter gnome, why are you so sad? I’ve come from school, home for the day, so shouldn’t you be glad? “My wooden feet they splinter, and my paint begins to fade. I have grown so old my friend, since the day when I was made.” Oh! Little wooden gnome, please don’t leave me now. If you pass and I’m alone, Then I will have a cow. “It’s okay my friend forever, I will always be with you. In days of bad look to the sky, I shall be there in the endless blue.” I’ll save you little winter gnome, if it’s the last thing I do. With paint and tools from the shed, you’ll look just like new. * * * So in the night when all was dark, and my parents were in bed. I snuck downstairs and found the tools, and some paint a shade of red. Upstairs I went, to my room, where I had put my friend. He looked so tired and filled with pain, and almost at the end. With the precision of a surgeon, and tools totaling ten. I fixed him up and waited till, he was breathing once again. And when all was well and he was at rest. I fell into my bed. I fell asleep most instantly, with a pillow beneath head. The next morning I felt like something had changed, unknown for better or worse. So I picked up my head and looked around, for my gnome best friend first. My little wooden winter gnome, had lived right through the night. He was so much better, now that I fixed him all up right.