I called my Dat, accusing him and Mom of being sneaky little buggers. He denied all knowledge of the gnome. Next on my hit list was mine brither, Rick. I called him and asked him if he placed the little gnome (pronounced guh-nome, of course!) in my garden. He laughed - it had taken me 4 days to find him.
Apparently Rick has been searching for a tiny guhnome (hehehe) for some time - even on his trip to Australia. Finally he found one in Borders, of all places. I think he's a great addition to the garden.
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