Laura: Hah, they are like, its called a mental institution
Sam: Ha, and you are telling me that?
Sam: I have a garden gnome named Chester!
Laura: Lol, I have a penguin in my room named Walter, I like to molest him at night.
Sam: OMG! LIKE ME AND CHESTER!
Chester’s Return
It was difficult bringing Chester back and forth to school, so I left him at home for many weeks. On October 13, 2003, he returned. Here are some quotes:
Jenn: The gnome is back.
Brent: Really?
Jenn: The gnome—has—arrived.
Jenn: Sam, you were too busy with the gnome on your head to care.
Jenn: I think Brent already handled that.
(By Aithne Veradine)
How bright thy crimson cap gleams on your head of white locks.
Red against the snow blankets of early December.
They chisel in thy course hand,
Rough from the work of a miner.
The rapping of thy hammer against the stone of time
Beats in my heart in memory of thy grace.
The rose of thy cheeks burns in my
Memory with the fire and passion of the sun.
How I hope in your woodland paradise, you have
Found the happiness you lacked in my garden.
But in my misery, know that I shall
Never forget that diminutive stature and
Thy love that you so gave me.
You are the creature of the forest and garden
That shall ever keep my heart.