At the bottom of my garden there is a Big green bin.
In that bin is where we put the things we dont want. Men come and collect it every week and take it away.
A few weeks ago I met Mr Tibs stealing from my bin.
I asked him why and he told me his story.
Mr.Tibbs lives next door. He is a Garden gnome.
This is as far as I can go with this at the moment.
Needs a creative thinking moment and that needs coffee for which we are currently out of. [_]D ='( empty mug xx
This is a childerens story... but then again so was coraline and I actually found that rather disturbing.