When I was a kid, there was this house several blocks down which had a reputation of being haunted. The one Christmas I went carolling with my brother and my then best friend, we didn't want to pass by that house. It was dark, nobody ever saw the owners, and they had garden gnomes. The kids said them little statues moved aorund at night. Even if we wanted to see whether it was true, the fear of seeing the gnomes actually moving sent us away in a hundred meter radius.
Maybe we should have kidnapped the gnomes na lang pala, and founded a Garden Gnome Liberation Front, like some people did in France:
PARIS (Reuters) - A French police station has been stuck with a room of homeless garden gnomes, victims of a wave of gnome abductions, after a fresh bid to trace their owners failed.
Only a trickle of people showed up for Monday's "gnome return day" at the police station in Saint-Die-des-Vosges, near the eastern city of Strasbourg, and only one person was reunited with their stolen gnome, police said.
Read the rest of the story here.
And no, they haven't been watching too much Amelie.
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