One lazy April day, I was eating a mini Babybel cheese wheel, and a hat was born from the yellow cheese wax that covered it. I’ve developed the habit of saving the cheese wax, because, as a teacher, it was always handy to have on hand (so punny!) to give restless students something to do in a pinch, especially on field trips when our supply of modeling beeswax was not available.
Needless to say, I had enough cheese wax to finish sculpting the gnome that day. Even better, I had two colors of cheese wax, so he was able to rise above your average monochrome red cheese wax gnome.
That evening, my husband and I left the house briefly for some ice cream. When we returned, the gnome was nowhere to be found. It reminded me very much of when Pirpon the Gnome went missing from Babbette’s garden. However, the ending was not as tidy.
I was petting Benny, my dog, and noticed some red cheese wax had become tangled in his beard. Shortly thereafter, my husband found the gnome in pieces. I was able to mend him a little. Sadly, I don’t expect a full recovery.
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| "I don't know anything about gnome" |
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| "My stomach is feeling funny" |
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| "Too...much...cheese...wax..." |
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| poor gnome |
