A Short Story: Scrumptious Gnome Pie?

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CHAPTER FOUR
Scrumptious Gnome Pie
I hadn 't been asleep for very long when something above me starting tapping lightly on my chest with what felt like a finger. I cracked an eye waking from the nightmare to discover that I was face to face with the little gnome that I 'd meet in the Enchanted Forest. I struggled to raise, still shaky from the dream and shouted, "Cotton, you scared me." "Sorry, is that you Aiden?" he said and eyes twinkled as his tiny month cracked open into a huge smile. "Of course, Aiden Green are you all right you look terrible? How have you been?" "I 'm fine —" I began groggily. "Well what have you been up to? But before you say anything though please let me be the first to say that I sure have missed you," he shouted,
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What would be one day in your world would be a year in ours." "Your right, I remember I was amazed I had spent two days here and when I got back it was as if I had never left," I said rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. And then one time, ah, never mind you get idea. But come on Cotton hundred years ... that 's not possible ... there 's way it?" He nodded and his long white beard bobbed back and forth. "Sure it 's possible, anything 's possible haven 't you looked around?" "Yes," I said slowly while he stepped outside into the moonlight and began to stir a large black pot on was set on a fire. I lay there for a moment, shivering and realized that I was being stabbed in the side with a rock. So I got up and slipped on my coat. "Well? Things have changed," he said, and I watched his brown eyes crinkle at the edges with worried. "I can see that, what happened?" I said, staring at the yellow flames. He pushed his gray pointed hat back slightly and dished up two bowls of something out of the pot. Then he handed me one. "What is this?" I said and catch a whiff of something that smelled horrible. "This?" he asked, pointing to the pot. "Yeah, what is

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