Balance of Forces (a very short story)

an army of gnomes

Tuesday:

Flamingos moved closer to house overnight. Did neighbor move them, she of towering hairdo, peeking thru curtains at my rococo lifestyle? Can they move on their own?

Weds:

Closer still. Malicious gleam in beady eyes. Will watch tonight.

Thurs:

Freaking out! Didn’t see them move. How? Peanut brittle failed to soothe. Will try garden store.

Friday:

Friendly but tough-looking garden gnome caught my eye. Solid. Bought  twenty, line of defense. Sleep better now.

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