a tiny town of gnomes
Suddenly a gnome slides down the pole and lands on your head.
"Ow!" you complain, rubbing a big bump on your head.
"Why are you here?" the little gnome asks in a small squeaky
voice. "I think I'm lost. I just slid down that pole and POOF!
I was here." you explain. "Oh. Well if you lost you stay
here." The little gnome grabs your hand and leads you to a tiny
cottage.
There is a whole town of little people in front of you. They are only
about as tall as your waist. They don't even seem to notice eachother
as they run about.
