WhEn the noise of the day had ceased, every gnome in the leafy street gardens would gingerly make their way to a common meeting place (different every night). Most nights the conversation would be dull, but tonight gnome 23 had something to say. "These humans can be so careless. I don't think they have an ounce of awareness of what they are up to. One of them knocked off part of my hat today and never stopped to make amends. So now I have to put up with this distorted part-red / part white hat; it looks hideous". There were murmurs of sympathy all round. There was a long pause before the usual dull conversation resumed until they parted company to return to their gardens.
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