There was once a gnome named Jarib and he was one of the friendliest gnomes I’ve had the pleasure to meet. I met him while on one of my walks. It was nice to have some one to talk to. We talked for hours about nothing and when I had to go I asked him why he was talking to a total stranger. He told me “I’ll tell you tomorrow “.

I left early the next day eager to hear his stories. When I opened the door there he was. He said his story was short but I didn’t care. We sat on my porch and had some cocoa.

He started and I listened. “ It all started 200 years ago. When I was out gathering food I came upon a very sad girl, who looked just like you, I hate to see people sad so I stopped and sat down next to her. She told me how her father hated her and her mother died. I told her that her father must love her and to tell him that she loved him. She smiled and told me all the good the he ever did and how they both were terribly upset upon her death. I figured that her father wasn’t over grieving yet. She went home and told him every thing.

‘ the next day I saw her and she had the biggest smile I’d ever seen. She was so happy which in turn made me happy. We remained friends until she died but she had two daughters and watch them grow up and their children grow up so on. The thing is I the children never met me accept for the ones that I knew I could trust with my secrets. For the last few years I lost track of all the children and there lives, that is until I met you and I knew at once you were a relative of my very dear friend.”