Thousand: Three Hundred Two

de dum,” burbled the garden gnome, driving a shortbread in the shape of an octopus around his plate. The fisher gnome blinked. He remembered where he was with distaste. God and his dangers! The fisher gnome dropped three lumps of sugar into his tea, to follow the four he’d already stirred in. He clattered the spoon around so furiously the garden gnome looked up from his octopus, he’d nibbled off two of its arms and was planning to see how it got along with just six before he nibbled two more, but something was going on in the fisher gnome’s