Lawnmow-Personal Narrative

Today is Tuesday the worst day of the week. The day the Smith’s son mows the lawn. The day me, my family, and friends have to stay perfectly still but, we still shake so much in fear of the lawnmower running us over, everything from our boots to our hats shake. If you haven't guessed it yet I am a gnome. Summer to specific. I have a blue dress with a sunflower in the middle. That has a little chip conner from an incident with the neighbors dog. My mother's name is rose because of the rose pot permanently attached next to her and my father's name is George. We are all from china. At least the is what's engraved on the bottom of my dress.
There are about 30 gnomes in the Smith's backyard including my family. We're usually happy and like to play games in the backyard while the smiths are gone but, not today. Today the death machine comes out or as the Smiths call it a lawnmower. Just last week it nearly took of lily by the lilies arm. For months we have been trying to find a way to protect ourselves but we just end up yelling at each other. “Grrrrr” “Grrrrr” , the lawnmower roars to life you can the grumble of the lawnmower as is slow gets closer. We all in rush find our spots and hope for the best. …show more content…
All the gnomes start to gather at the far rose bush. So the Smiths couldn't see us. It would probably give Mrs.Smith a heart attack seeing all her gnomes gathered in a circle. We gather here every day to discuss the lawnmower situation as the older gnomes like to call it. I just like to call it how to stop the spinning blades of death from chomping on you for lunch with a side of grass. Every was talking at once. Just like every Tuesday, nobody lets each other talk. Then all the sudden a giant poster comes ,about inground pools for sale, knocking all of us down. The wind then picks up again and slams it against the window.Mr. Smith heads for the door just as we hear kevin