Herbal Tea Breath

A series of rustles up a jungly ledge they emerged from the bush literary a few meters away from an open air shower halfway down a cliff face.

At virtually the same moment a paw by paw which was scrambling up a gnome trail on the ledge below them, its back trailer stuffed to the grill with pointy hats.

‘Wait!’ Gally demanded her power animal to come to a full stop.

‘What now! Wow that paw by paws carrying a full compliment of Gnomes.’

‘Shhh up Gallabee, watch OUT, i just realized that there are gnomes everywhere in the garden ahead. Look!’

Gally pointed in the direction the paw by paw was going, towards the lawns of the garden which were literary infested with pointy hats and more paw by paws.

‘Oh yeah….we picked a very Gnomey garden alright,’ Gallabee couln’t deny it, ‘Maybe this incoming paw by paw will give us an idea what their up too.’

For a moment both fairy and power animal were silent as they tried to interpret the grumbling sounds the two Gnomes pilots in the paw by paw were making at each other.

‘I told you we followed the wrong trail hat.’ The lady Gnome berated her male companion about lateness of their arrival. ‘After that garden shed we should have taken the westward trail hat along the back of the bear huggers veg patch not the east one.’

‘It doesn’t matter, we’re here now. Anyway, if somebody hadn’t needed to stop off for a cuppa on the way, we never would have got separated from the rest of the squad.’

‘You just dare tell root daddy about that and I’ll tell him about that impersonation you do of him singing the Dauntless tribal anthem with a pointy hat as a loud hailer.’

‘Ok ok, for once can we just get to the heart of the matter, this is for the gardens of Glenaraah we do this, can’t we just focus on the mission?’

‘Oh, these great legs, yeah, you boys are all the same when it comes to great legs, cant get you think about anything else…’

‘You sordid, stereotypical evaluation of all male gnome kin aside, I was thinking more about the pair of boots the legs are wearing and what damage they might do if we don’t put a stop to their step! So lets try and be friends and go help Daddy R with that!’

‘So the gnomes are all in on the war path about the giant legs too!’ Gallabee whispered excitedly as the paw by paw headed the last of the way to the rest of the Gnomes, ‘Who would of thought it; Gnomes interested in something other then gardening and ripping off fairies with inflated rent rates!’

‘Yeah!’ Gally found it it hard to contain her snigger at how unlikely such an act sounded. ‘And looks like there ready to take on the Universe to do it!’’

All she could imagine in her head was Daddy R on a lawn with a pile his least favorite, laziest gnomes, repeatedly hand loading them into a cannon before firing them relentlessly at the great legs who naturally just kept on walking on without a care in the Cosmos.

Gallabee on the other hand was too pumped up with adventure to hear the sarcasm in her Fairy’s voice and if there was any chance that the Gnomes could slow the legs in their tracks long enough for her to embark on a gallivant such a possibility was blinding her to any reality.

Without another second to loose, or a fear of the Dauntless having a shower on the balcony Gallabee almost charged straight into him as she bounded onwards towards the garden. She was soon bounding across the first front lawns until gally urged them to hang back a bit.

‘Wait, what if the Gnome back in back in Toohammy junction has informed goof mansion of a missing fairy they’ll be bounty of my head.

‘Don’t worry. I’m sure these brave Gnomes are too caught up in the current situation to give a toss about one missing fairy, if there thinking like me right now they will be sharping there pitch fork rope harpoons ready to board this beast!’ Gallabe was fantasizing heavily about what they were going to find here.

‘Still, at least try to be a bit of a ninja in this situation!’

Gallabee, strained her eyes for for moment before changing her colour scheme to that of ninga lion blending in with the shadows of the bushes they were following.

‘Happy now?’

Gally eyed all the ninja gear that came with her new appearance.

‘What’s the swords for?’

‘Cant be a ninja lion without swords.’

‘Yeah right, you better not be thinking about provoking anything with the gnomes if your gallivanting doesn’t come off!’

‘And just how am i going to be using swords with four paws, trust me these are just for show.’

They came out from under a flowering blackcurrant bush to find the rain drumming against sea of gnome bodies stretched all over in the grass, little movement except for a long glowing snake of hose pipe lying there with them, sucking on a lolly pop. But for anyone who thought this as a battle field of fallen warriors the reality was rather different. In truth the only reason most these Gnomes looked so lifeless was because they were in afternoon-tea-mode, giving their paw by paws belly rubs, talking jovially and taking hearty swigs of their PM brew.

If the thought of drinking tea in the rain sounded insane, always bare in mind that a downpour would never stop a gnome having a brew anymore then the burning sun. It was even said in gnome circles that feeling drenched with a cuppa in the wet was preferable to being cooked alive in the sun dragons blaze.

No these gnomes were set in the ways for the rest of the day, and much to Gallabee’s disgust not one gnome was showing a hint of interest in the great legs unless they were pointing and giggling at their diminishing shape on the horizon.The only gnome who looked in anyway busy was root daddy himself, who was there in a flowerbed with a trowel and some tulips, clearly trying to put behind him some harsh humiliation with a bit of planting.

‘Whats going on here!’ The massive tone of disappointment in Gallabee’s voice was an understatement.