Gwen cast her eyes around for a gnome, dreading having to throw one of the cute little cousins of her new pet, tucked safely in her pocket. He might even have gone to sleep. He wasn't moving. She checked quickly, yep, still breathing. The little guy was asleep. She would have to come up with a name for him, assuming she got to keep him.

She turned to the left, spotting a running gnome just as a different gnome, airborne by someone else's throw, hit her in her back. Gwen said a word her mom would have smacked her for if she'd heard, and turned around to see whose bad aim had caused that.

Not seeing anybody who it might have been, Gwen picked up the already dizzy gnome. "You okay little guy? I'm really sorry about this, but I have to get you over the fence." She couldn't throw him. He was already all dizzy and stumbling around. She took two steps over to the fence and set him down gently on the other side, facing away from the garden so he would toddle in that direction. One down, one to go.