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Once upon a time, a little gnome was running around in the garden. He was a cute little guy, about a foot tall, pointy ears, and a floppy red cap. He wore a blue vest, red pants, and a dark blue shirt underneath his vest. His boots were soft and brown, and had enough room for him to wiggle his toes in. Espeially when he was happy, because that's how he expressed his happiness - wiggling his toes. This gnome's name was Attercop.
Attercop loved flowers. He would sneak into the garden at night, and sit and watch the moonflowers bloom, enraptured by their beauty. For hours, he would sit with the beautiful flowers and the moon. Quietly, within his roomy leather boots, it was sure that his toes would be wiggling.
After one particularly beautiful night, where the air had been perfumed heavily with the scent of beautiful flowers, because there had been hundreds of them, Attercop stretched as false dawn came into the sky, and he looked at the beautiful flowers, before scuttling into his hole. This day, he looked around the home, and saw his dirt walls, and wished he could have flowers inside of his home too, so he didn't have to run away at dawn every day, so that he could look at them as long as he liked.
Perplexed by this problem, Attercop paced in circles, wearinga small ditch into his dirt floor. While filling it in, Attercop had a revelation; he could dig up a flower, and plant it inside of his house!
So the next night, he ran out, and found a small, beautiful flower, and using his spade like gnome hands, he gently dug it up, and brought it inside. Having left a small worn place from the ditch, he set it there, and put it down. Happily, he sat, and watched the flower for the rest of the evening, and fell asleep
When he woke up the next morning, the flower was wilted!!!! frantically, he dug it up, and brought it to the surface again, putting it back, frowning at it, wondering what to do. He sat there all day, staring at it. The flower revived in the sun and moonlight, and a light rain fell that evening, covering the petals in silvery drops, and it bloomed more beautiful than ever. The gnome let it revive for another day, then carefully dug it back up, and brought it back. He watched it for a day, then, weary from staying up and observing, fell asleep next to it. And the same thing happened again!!!
Now, Attercop was a smart little gnome. He realized that the flower was sad down in his hole. It made him upset, that the beauty couldn't flower in his home. The beauty of the outside fed the beauty of the flower. So, again, he very very carefully brought his precious moon flower up to the surface, and put it in it's place, letting it revive. Then he trotted off to his hole, and started the construction.
Attercop began to carefully carve out a skylight to feed the flower the beauty of the outside, to let it have the sun and moon it craved. Once that was done, he climbed up top, and dug a huge trough, and put a tiny hole down through the layers of soil, to give the flower a drink when it rained.
After all this construction, he collapsed on the ground, staring up at the sky as the light began to come back. Frantically, he stumbled up, and slid into his hole, hiding from the sun. He didn't want to be turned into a statue, like his father had been before him. (The original Garden Gnome, I'll have you know, dear reader)
The next evening, he crept up to the surface, and dug up the flower one last time. If this didn't work, he would be very sad, and let the flower live outside, like it so badly wanted. So on a cloudy day, carefully, oh so carefully, he put the flower back in. THe flower yawned, stretching, looking around the dark cavern. At first, it began to wilt, not seeing light. But all of a sudden, the sun peaked out from behind the cloud, and the flower perked that way, catching the rays filtering in from the skylight. The clouds let out a little rain, caught in the trough, to where it funneled down, and dripped onto it's roots. The flower tilted it's head up, reaching down with it's roots, and opened it's perfect petals. Attercop stared at his little flower, safe from the sun in his place, and in his roomy soft leather boots, his toes wiggled happily

Description
Once upon a time, a little gnome was running around in the garden. He was a cute little guy, about a foot tall, pointy ears, and a floppy red cap. He wore a blue vest, red pants, and a dark blue shirt underneath his vest. His boots were soft and brown, and had enough room for him to wiggle his toes in. Espeially when he was happy, because that's how he expressed his happiness - wiggling his toes. This gnome's name was Attercop.
Attercop loved flowers. He would sneak into the garden at night, and sit and watch the moonflowers bloom, enraptured by their beauty. For hours, he would sit with the beautiful flowers and the moon. Quietly, within his roomy leather boots, it was sure that his toes would be wiggling.
After one particularly beautiful night, where the air had been perfumed heavily with the scent of beautiful flowers, because there had been hundreds of them, Attercop stretched as false dawn came into the sky, and he looked at the beautiful flowers, before scuttling into his hole. This day, he looked around the home, and saw his dirt walls, and wished he could have flowers inside of his home too, so he didn't have to run away at dawn every day, so that he could look at them as long as he liked.
Perplexed by this problem, Attercop paced in circles, wearinga small ditch into his dirt floor. While filling it in, Attercop had a revelation; he could dig up a flower, and plant it inside of his house!
So the next night, he ran out, and found a small, beautiful flower, and using his spade like gnome hands, he gently dug it up, and brought it inside. Having left a small worn place from the ditch, he set it there, and put it down. Happily, he sat, and watched the flower for the rest of the evening, and fell asleep
When he woke up the next morning, the flower was wilted!!!! frantically, he dug it up, and brought it to the surface again, putting it back, frowning at it, wondering what to do. He sat there all day, staring at it. The flower revived in the sun and moonlight, and a light rain fell that evening, covering the petals in silvery drops, and it bloomed more beautiful than ever. The gnome let it revive for another day, then carefully dug it back up, and brought it back. He watched it for a day, then, weary from staying up and observing, fell asleep next to it. And the same thing happened again!!!
Now, Attercop was a smart little gnome. He realized that the flower was sad down in his hole. It made him upset, that the beauty couldn't flower in his home. The beauty of the outside fed the beauty of the flower. So, again, he very very carefully brought his precious moon flower up to the surface, and put it in it's place, letting it revive. Then he trotted off to his hole, and started the construction.
Attercop began to carefully carve out a skylight to feed the flower the beauty of the outside, to let it have the sun and moon it craved. Once that was done, he climbed up top, and dug a huge trough, and put a tiny hole down through the layers of soil, to give the flower a drink when it rained.
After all this construction, he collapsed on the ground, staring up at the sky as the light began to come back. Frantically, he stumbled up, and slid into his hole, hiding from the sun. He didn't want to be turned into a statue, like his father had been before him. (The original Garden Gnome, I'll have you know, dear reader)
The next evening, he crept up to the surface, and dug up the flower one last time. If this didn't work, he would be very sad, and let the flower live outside, like it so badly wanted. So on a cloudy day, carefully, oh so carefully, he put the flower back in. THe flower yawned, stretching, looking around the dark cavern. At first, it began to wilt, not seeing light. But all of a sudden, the sun peaked out from behind the cloud, and the flower perked that way, catching the rays filtering in from the skylight. The clouds let out a little rain, caught in the trough, to where it funneled down, and dripped onto it's roots. The flower tilted it's head up, reaching down with it's roots, and opened it's perfect petals. Attercop stared at his little flower, safe from the sun in his place, and in his roomy soft leather boots, his toes wiggled happily