Grouchy and Greta Gnome were just waking up from a long winter’s nap.
“Grouchy, look at this mess, what are we going to do?”
“Oh, Greta, come on, I just woke up, let me focus on getting my eyes open.”
“Where did all these empty old pots come from?”
“Would you stop worrying about everything Greta and go find me something to eat, I’m starving.”
“Well, it sure doesn’t look like there’s anything to eat, it’s that time of the year, the misses has not planted anything yet.”
“Good thing I thought about this last fall. If you dig around a bit you’ll find my stash of peanuts in the ground just over there about ten feet to your left.”
Off Greta toddled to find Grouchy some nuts mumbling to herself as she went. “Why is it I always have to be the one to go fetch food for the old grump. Greta do this, Greta do that, I’m not his damned minion.”
After digging up the peanuts and taking them over to Grouchy, Greta started to tidy up the garden as best she could. She wasn’t getting any younger and each year that went by her colour was fading. So was Grouchy’s but it never seemed to bother him. Perhaps this Spring the misses would get out her paints and spruce them both up.
“Greta, Greta, if you want any of these peanuts you’d best get over here before I eat all of them. On your way over find me something to drink.”
Grouchy, I’m not your minion and I’m tired of fetching for you. Get your own drink, and stuff your peanuts!”
To Be Continued …
© Susan Zutautas
This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #69.