Gnome Histrionic, the fabulist daydreamer

I was in the human world, said the undersized gnome, you'lll never guess who I met!

The gnome in front of him looked doubtfully. The miniature sitting was known for his drivel. The entire forest had known for a long time that he was talking nonsense, made up stories on the spot./Nevertheless, the forest dwellers kept their ears open and their breath.

Who, the mushroom man liked to know. He had pulled himself away from the fungal threads.

Pinkeltje!

Little finger l, everyone shouted.

Do you mean Dick Laan's Pinkeltje, the one who says he isn't a gnome and puts the big house on stilts, gnome Jan liked to know.

The attention seeker nodded vigorously and hurriedly continued his story.

I swear it's true. I went to bed, closed my eyes, saw a flash. Next I find myself hiding under an old sofa. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw a cat's paw reaching underneath. Nails out, he'd smelled me. I thought my last minute had arrived.

Wow, said Mother Field Mouse, who had listened with fear to the daydreamer's story, you must have been scared.

Not at all, the fabulist boasted, I even saved Pinkeltje from that monster and he was grateful to me. We went fishing together and...

Caught such a big one, gnome Jan asked, spreading his arms.

Histrionic didn't answer. Jan, the sacked house-gnome always had something to complain.

It was a great day, we dined together, laughed our heads off at the cat, what a loser, said: This is delicious!

The black cat listened to the story. As the fantasist finally closed his mouth he opened his. The snack was disappointing.

Thanks for the invitation Jan, it's time to go home.

Jan turned over restlessly in his sleep. His arm waved up as if in a greeting, although it did hit his wife.

Jan, are you alright, asked the gnome's wife who had been knocked out of bed.

With a smile on his lips, Jan, stretched out and said: Woman, I haven't slept so great in a million years.

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