That sounded easy enough. And Professor Thompson had said it wouldn't hurt them, because their heads were so big. Well, proportionally to their bodies. Compared to Gwen's head, they were teeny. The class didn't seem to be spreading out very far, so Gwen picked the far corner of the garden and trudged over there. She had a better chance where there weren't so many people, didn't she?

The gnomes all seemed to be coming up from the ground, as if they knew something was going on and they wanted to watch. They were so cute! Not cute in a typical way, but cute in an innocent bewildered I'm-a-living-potato sort of way.

The twelve year old picked the gnome closest to her and grabbed it by it's feet.