Being a gnome is a drab life. You sit on a shelf or in a garden, watching life happen to everyone else. Finally it becomes simply too much to bear. It is time for a vacation. You pack your bag and head out. After many tricky situations, you finally are on your way. Until….
A closed door. This is a serious predicament indeed.
What a discouraging view. Maybe this is why gnomes don’t get out much.