Thousand: Three Hundred Thirteen

hurrying! In order to what? I must release the fish from the fish cages before the garden gnome can stop me. The garden gnome will then resort to a fishing line, needing fish, who doesn’t need fish? The “last words” are at the garden gnome’s end of the line, not the fish end, the end with that questing hook, the hook with the promise on it. A promise, the fisher gnome reflects, with betrayal built right in. “Would you like some more tea? Madeleines?” The fisher gnome narrowed his eyes. “What are you asking?” The garden gnome tapped the teapot.