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A
reader of Gnome Web has been good enough to share this cautionary tale
with us, but wishes to remain anonymous because he lives in the bible belt
where relationships with Gnomes still raise eyebrows. A keen walker, he
had been noticing for some time that his boots were uncomfortable. Instead
of striding across the rolling meadows of Carolina as was his wont, he
was reduced to limping along like an arthritic tortoise. He saw a succession
of doctors, and tried everything from deep colonic irrigation to feng shui
for feet without a scrap of success. He had almost resigned himself to
living like a webmaster, fat of butt and incapable of any movement, when
one night he saw a gnome peeping shyly out of his left boot. It seems the
homeless gnome had taken up residence there. This, then, was the cause
of his foot problems. Being a kind hearted man, he decided to give the
Gnome a home and soon he was as sprightly as a mountain goat again when
he walked and as a bonus he also had a little Gnome helper to shine his
shoes. |
