When riding down a dark path on your bike people tend to fear the dark, the eerie creaks and cracks, the sound of footsteps following you, or the simple but spine-chilling sway of the trees. However in my predicament, it was gnomes. I know you will laugh and think I'm slightly crazy, and maybe I am, but gnomes are to blame for the mysterious cuts that appear on your legs. (No joke.)
As I was peddling my bike furiously down the winding roads of my neighborhood, I couldn't help but focus on how fast I was really going! Within seconds I had already crashed. My hands stung and my knees ached; I looked down to see a shattered gnome's face starring back at me with his horrendous smile and those piercing beady eyes. Then, I glanced at my knees and saw the cuts that he had given me. The once-seeming-sweet-gnome was now my frightful enemy. I finally understood why people put gnomes in their yards.
Over the years, my fear of flesh cutting gnomes began to fade. I soon realized that gnomes do nothing but stand there in yards looking out upon the same thing everyday. I have learned to live with gnomes. Now I can ride peacefully by my neighbors yard and smile happily at her gnome; and sleep under my friends starring gnome lights without fear. My knees may have a few scares, but no gnome can scare me now.
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