Norah pushed herself up off the grass and started in on a third attempt at catching a gnome. They were much feistier than the gnomes that sometimes made a home in her mum's garden, and a lot bigger too. She spotted another gnome standing idly in a corner and she rushed over to it, maybe knocking into a person or two on her way, but a quick shout of "Sorry!" probably excused any of the damage. This one seemed runtier than the rest, only reaching halfway up her shins, but the pinched scowl on its face didn't make it very pleasant. She shoved her foot in its face, probably a little harder than she needed to, but she was determined to get it right this time. Those pesky gnomes were not getting the best of her this time. She grabbed its stunted arms and began to spin around, dodging its flailing feet as it tried to kick her. She allowed herself a few extra twirls just for fun before releasing the gnome and watching it sail over the fence. It didn't get too far over, just a couple of feet, but the thump of the gnome was satisfying all the same. She pumped a fist in the air and let out a triumphant "Wooooohooo!" or three. Okay, that was a little obnoxious, but its not often that a little person gets to be the strong queen of the world. Or queen of the gnomes, but really what's the difference?