Threatening My Boot

Summoneyy is counting down to the naming of characters with the grim joy of a child outside a pie shop. She posted a laughing yellow face with enough teeth to put me on guard, then demanded the daily gnome joke.

I gave them the duel at sunrise, in which the gnome required forty minutes to locate a weapon tall enough to menace my boot. Arrowyy called it lame, which was fair. My second effort involved hide-and-seek and tripping over one. Meho pronounced them awful, also fair.

Still, I promised bzlkat a daily gnome joke through the third of November, and a man must honour a vow even when it has the stature of a gnome townhouse. Tomorrow I dig deeper. Below the felony line, naturally.