Hayden was too easily distracted. There were a lot of people around her having fun spinning the gnomes and performing helpful spells. She needed to stop watching them and look for her own gnome to throw. She just needed one more. If she could just find one.

Finally, she spotted an unusually small gnome wandering around the edge of the garden not far from her. He didn't seem to be walking with any particular purpose, maybe mourning the loss of his friends and family who had been thrown over the fence. Well, he was about to join them. Hayden crept forward slowly, on her hands and knees, until she was as close as she could get to the gnome without being seen. Then, in one swift motion, she raised herself into a crouching position and pounced on top of the gnome.

She misjudged the distance so she didn't quite land on top of the gnome's body, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. She was aiming for the feet anyway. So when she fell right next to him, she grabbed his feet and stood up triumphantly. Then she spun and spun like she had all those other times and released the gnome so he went flying over the fence. Maybe he'd be happier over there, instead of being alone on her side.