October 13th, 2012

"Why would the hedgehog tell the gnomes about us?" Beenie asked. "I didn't do anything."

"You asked questions, Beenie! The gnomes don't like that." Troy answered. "Can we leave? I don't want to stay here?"

"All right," Beenie said with a sigh. As they left, she looked over her shoulder to where the hedgehog had disappeared into the underbrush. It was weird, she thought. What could gnomes and hedgehogs want with packages?

"What do gnomes eat?" Beenie asked.

"I don't know, and I don't care," Troy squeaked. "They're gnomes. They eat whatever they want."

"What could they need those packages for?" said Beenie, frustrated.

"Forget about it," Troy said. "It's not important."

Beenie glared at him, crossing her arms.

"Okay," he said. "Okay. Maybe it is important. But even if it is, it's none of our business. We don't have to find anything out."

"But if it's important, then don't you think we should make sure that someone knows?" Beenie asked. "What if nobody knows?" Troy stared at her, his nose twitching.

"Aren't you afraid?" he asked.

"No."