Walking along back toward the Twin Cities from Gnometown USA (aka Dawson, MN), I had this strange feeling I was being watched. I turned around and immediately this barn looks away, all of a sudden he was very interested in the corn growing to his left. So I walk a little further, just to test him, and turn around real quick-like. I was too quick for him to find something else to look at. I said hi, but this barn was really shy. I sat and had a snack of wild berries, corn and a single digestive biscuit. I told him about my trip to Gnometown, because I'm still coming down from that excitement, as well as the sleepy gnomes guarding the town library. He told me some stories about corn, hay, the cows he keeps in his belly, and the more exciting events the traffic has had in front of him from past icy winters. Thanks for the afternoon chat, fella!
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Monday, October 8, 2007
Ever Have That Feeling You're Being Watched?
Walking along back toward the Twin Cities from Gnometown USA (aka Dawson, MN), I had this strange feeling I was being watched. I turned around and immediately this barn looks away, all of a sudden he was very interested in the corn growing to his left. So I walk a little further, just to test him, and turn around real quick-like. I was too quick for him to find something else to look at. I said hi, but this barn was really shy. I sat and had a snack of wild berries, corn and a single digestive biscuit. I told him about my trip to Gnometown, because I'm still coming down from that excitement, as well as the sleepy gnomes guarding the town library. He told me some stories about corn, hay, the cows he keeps in his belly, and the more exciting events the traffic has had in front of him from past icy winters. Thanks for the afternoon chat, fella!
