Part Five: Rosa Loses a Shoe
The couple scooted away from the approaching gnomes, a couple inches, until their backs were pressed up against the turned-over hutch. With a look and a nod, they shoved the …
The couple scooted away from the approaching gnomes, a couple inches, until their backs were pressed up against the turned-over hutch. With a look and a nod, they shoved the …
Hunkered down in their furniture fort – and with only minor burns from Calvin’s ill-fated toaster fork-launcher attempt – Rosa and Calvin paused from swatting at the pint-size predators invading …
Calvin and Rosa raced across the living room, the death throes of the cat still ringing in their ears, desperate to put another wall between them and the encroaching picnic …
“What in the heck…?” Calvin muttered, staring through the glass storm door at the scene beyond. “What is it?” asked Rosa. “It’s… gnomes.” “OK, Mr. Funny Guy,” she replied, rolling …
Calvin stuck his hand into the plastic jack-o’-lantern, the appendage lost up to the wrist in two giant-size bags’ worth of bite-size Snickers and Reese’s. He pulled out a peanut …