Six years ago my family and I moved into an old farmhouse that is now located in the heart of the suburbs. Not long after settling into our new home we received our first letter from Betrand G. Fizzywillow. This message was stuck to our door with an old piece of gum and a brochure about moving to New Zeland. This letter informed us that we were trespassing onto the sacred land of the gnomes and that we should leave quickly or be prepared to face ridiculous consequences such as a yard full of cooked spaghetti noodles (That actually took much longer to clean up than one might imagine.)
Now, we frequently receive letters from Betrand, the chief of the gnomes, and occasionally given what he calls, “Leave Now Gifts!” Never in our wildest imagination could our family believe that fairytale creatures actually exist or that any could be as cranky as Betrand G. Fizzywillow.