Toby was basically having the time of his lfe, charging about this little garden area for that one particular gnome. He kept his eye on the same one, not tempted to even try and catch any other gnomes that were easier targets. He'd made up his mind on this one.

Success finally came when the gnome had looked back to see how close Toby was. This was poorly timed, as a fence post was right up ahead. The little potato-head turned back just in time to spot it and make a turn, it's feet scrambling at the dirt. It gave Toby enough time to scoop it up.

Holding up the gnome by the leg, Toby tried to look closely at the gnome, and have a proper look at one for the first time. Unfortunately the garden gnome had other ideas, and immediately struck out a fist that might have caught Tobias on the nose had he not ducked away so quickly.

Okay, fine. It was probably best to spend as little time holding the gnomes as possible, both because of the whole injury risk and Toby's tendency to get attached to... anything.

So, with the gnome now trying to lean up and bite Toby's finger, the fourth year stepped up a little closer to the fence and made sure he had space to start trying to spin.