Tales From a Second Hand Wand Shop- Book 1: They Were the Best of Gnomes. They Were the Worst of Gnomes.

by Robert P. Wills

By then, the Gnomes weren’t too happy about it.

  “One big deep hole,” scowled Drimblerod, “and it’s called Grim’s Jamboree.” Drimblerod moved away from the breakfast table sullenly. “We’re going to lose our shirts on this gimmick of yours.”

  Grimbledung sat quietly as he ate breakfast- just as he did the day before. And the day before that.

  “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Drimblerod asked. He hadn’t been able to get two words out of his partner in a day and a half. Although it was refreshing to have some quiet time, it was difficult to tease someone if they didn’t respond. Rat had given up within hours. Drimblerod’s persistence was fueled by the profits that were being lost.

  “Today will be better,” mumbled Grimbledung. He looked toward the front of the shop. “Hopefully” he added as he moved to the curtain. “I’ll flip the sign.” He ducked past the curtain and moved to the front door. There was a line outside it. Grimbledung peered out the window at the queue that had formed while they had been eating breakfast. “DRIM!” He shouted, “DRIM GET OUT HERE!”