Sunday Funny Story #6- The Great Gnome Gathering
(Cast: Amanda, Chris, Jaxon, Christina)
Somewhere between “Why not?” and “Wait, is that a gnome riding a flamingo?”—we found ourselves pulling into the Annual Gnome Gathering.
The park looked like a magical explosion of red hats and rosy cheeks. Hundreds of garden gnomes dotted the grass, perched on picnic tables, hung from trees, and even floated in the pond on tiny rafts. Someone had gone all in on the theme.
Amanda was already giggling before she even stepped out of Wildebeest. “Chris, they have a gnome photo booth!” she said, pointing at a painted cutout where you could stick your face through a bearded hole.
Jaxon, with his perfectly scruffy beard, didn’t even try to compete—but somehow ended up winning “Best Beard” anyway. The judges said it had “authentic gnome spirit.” He looked both confused and proud when they gave him a felt hat and a wooden mushroom trophy.
Christina, meanwhile, made a beeline for the craft booths. By the end of the afternoon, she was juggling so many hand-painted gnome ornaments that she looked like a mobile gift shop. “They’re all different!” she insisted. “This one’s holding a coffee! This one’s knitting!”
Chris leaned close to Amanda and muttered, “I swear those pointy hats are watching us. They move every time I blink.”
Amanda just rolled her eyes. “You’re fine, babe. Go eat another funnel cake before the gnomes steal it.”
She, of course, didn’t leave empty-handed either. A glitter-covered gnome mug caught her eye—sparkling like forbidden treasure under the afternoon sun. It was ridiculous. It was tacky. It was perfect.
So yes, she bought it. And yes, she’s still drinking her morning coffee out of it.
Would we go again? Absolutely. Because sometimes, you don’t need logic—just good company, weird vibes, and a field full of gnomes.
Would you join a gnome gathering? 🧙♂️✨
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🌿 The Great Gnome Gathering
Location: Somewhere delightfully odd in the Midwest
Somewhere between “we should stop for gas” and “what on earth is that?” we stumbled into a park overflowing with hundreds—maybe thousands—of garden gnomes. Rows upon rows of them. Some smiling. Some suspiciously side-eyeing. All of them standing at attention for what a banner proudly declared was The Annual Gnome Gathering.
We parked Wildebeest in the shade of a giant oak, stepped out, and were instantly greeted by a symphony of cheerful polka music and the faint scent of fried dough. It was like someone had taken every yard decoration in a tri-state radius and decided, Yes, this should be a festival.
“Chris,” I whispered, clutching my camera, “do you think they’ll let me take a gnome selfie?”
He gave me that look—the one that says, you’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?
Jaxon was the first to disappear into the crowd, muttering something about “finding the food tent.” Five minutes later, we heard his name announced over the loudspeaker for the Best Beard Competition. Apparently, he hadn’t even entered—someone just pointed him out. The judges said his beard had “strong gnome energy.” He walked away wearing a red felt hat and holding a tiny wooden mushroom trophy, grinning like he’d just unlocked an achievement in real life.
Meanwhile, Christina found her natural habitat among the vendor tents. Every table had something gnome-themed—gnome mugs, gnome magnets, gnome aprons, even gnome-themed soap. By the third booth, she was already juggling six ornaments and trying to convince herself she didn’t need the ceramic one holding a taco.
“Christina,” I said, watching her wrestle a bag bursting with tiny red hats, “how many ornaments does one person need?”
She blinked at me seriously. “All of them.”
Chris stayed back near the fountain, sipping lemonade and keeping a wary eye on the gnome army surrounding him. “They’re multiplying,” he said under his breath. “I swear that one wasn’t there five minutes ago.”
I laughed—until I looked where he was pointing. Sure enough, a gnome in sunglasses was suddenly perched on the fountain ledge, staring right at us.
I decided not to ask.
Instead, I wandered into the artisan section and spotted it: a glittery gnome mug, sparkling like it had been kissed by fairy dust and bad decisions. It was absurdly shiny. Unnecessarily sparkly. Absolutely me.
Chris groaned when I picked it up. “Please tell me you’re not bringing that into the RV.”
“Oh, I am,” I said proudly. “This is my new morning coffee mug. Don’t judge.”
By sunset, we’d eaten too many fried pickles, taken a dozen photos with costumed gnomes, and nearly joined a “Hat Parade” before realizing it was strictly for those wearing official red felt hats (we were this close to qualifying).
When we finally piled back into Wildebeest, the glow of fairy lights flickered in the rearview mirror like a tiny enchanted village bidding us goodbye.
Chris started the engine. “Next time,” he said, “let’s find a festival with fewer staring statues.”
Jaxon adjusted his new hat. “Next time,” he said, “I’m defending my title.”
Christina just hugged her bag of ornaments and sighed happily. “You can’t put a limit on gnome joy.”
And honestly? She’s right.
Would you join a gnome gathering? 🧙♂️✨
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