<Gnomes?> Oberon asked. <You mean those white-bearded guys people put in their front yards for me to chew up?> No, not garden gnomes. Those didn’t show up until after World War II. These are real gnomes from the Old World. They’re quite rare. If you try chewing on them, they’ll chew back. Oberon stopped and cocked his head to one side. <You’re telling me those are gnomes pretending to be dwarfs pretending to be elves? Are you trying to play Six Degrees of Bilbo Baggins again?>
