Please, if you are sensitive, and can’t handle the gruesome, look away.
This is not a happy sight.
I think I knew when he accepted the job that nothing good could come of it. Well, o.k., I admit I gave him no choice in the matter, but, as far as I was concerned the job was his from the minute I set eyes on him. All he wanted was to play football. Tomatoes meant nothing to him. But I needed him, and, in my obsession with growing the perfect vegetable, I disregarded anything that he might want.
In essence, I abused my power.
Just because something can’t walk, or talk, or feel, just because something is made from (what the hell is that, plaster?) something other than flesh and bones, doesn’t mean it was right to dismiss, out of hand, the look of pleading on his little (plastic?) face as I banished him to the far corner of the garden in order to satisfy some need in me.
I should have realized when he first turned up on our doorstep that he wasn’t here to interview. He wasn’t even dressed for the job. But, I ignored all that thinking how generous it was of me to open up my home to this small, lonely, creature. Admittedly I felt a twinge of uncertainty each time I saw his desperate face staring at me from across the patio, but, in spite of this, I turned my back on him and walked away.
I would have the perfect tomato, dammit.
For a while, all seemed well. He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. I truly believe that when he set eyes on the vulnerable seedlings I delivered into his care, he couldn’t walk away.
And so he stood, with nothing but his football to remind him of his hopes and dreams.
I’m sorry (resin?) gnome thing. I’m sorry that Willow tore your foot off and ruined your hat. I’m sorry that we eventually found you lying face down in a muddy puddle yards from your post. I don’t think I will ever be able to make it up to you, but, it hurts, you know, to be the recipient of your revenge.
O.k., so maybe I overlooked you, I abandoned you, I abused you,
but really,
what did these tomatoes ever do to you?
In better times …
Oh my, poor little guy. But Willow looks too cute and innocent do have done such a thing…..
i know, that’s what we thought when we got her.
it’s the cute ones you have to watch …
That is gruesome, both the little gnome and the tomatoes. Still, must be some salvageable parts of tomato that will still taste good. My tomatoes are still little tiny green orbs.
there were some tomatoes that were good 🙂 we came out there the other day and willow had tried to eat all the hot peppers. we feel it was the gnomes revenge.
Ohhhhh myyyyyy……poor resin, plaster, gnome! Run….run…!…get away before you lose the entire top of your right foot! Seriously…RUN!
I’ve laughed (yes, I am a very bad person) until tears have come to my eyes! Thanks for making my day brighter (I know, at the expense of a little gnome)!….truly there’s something not quite right with that, isn’t there?….
🙂
You made my day.i ahven’t shared because I don’t have a blog and am building my website,just what I needed.Perfect.Helen
Thanks Helen. I’d love to read yours once it’s up 🙂
Terrific,I am in the midst of creative angst,so allowing the lack of clarity so the clarity can come.humor is always refreshing!
Was he fired from Travelocity? Because he’s not much of a gate keeper!
Look at that tomato beside him… is it so scared or what… it’s peeing right next to him… because it’s scare of the gnome… willow knew he was week.. that’s why he brought him down to size!!! Willow needs a medal!
have you no feelings ellen
i believe the tomato is crying 😉
Absolutely delightful post. He looks so eager in the before picture and so defeated in the after. I guess I shouldn’t be rejoicing in the humor when clearly he is the worse for wear. I wish him a speedy recovery.
i know, he’s in rehab right now and we’re trying to find him a companion to watch his back for when he returns.