A GNOME from home

Polly stared in disbelief. He was gone! Norman was gone! She looked around the garden. No, he was definitely gone. He had stood out there all those years. Red cheeks. Fishing rod dangling over the pond. Welcoming her with a cheery grin when she got home.

For a moment, she thought perhaps he had been scattered by the wind. But then common sense told her that gnomes did not normally blow away.

The only explanation