In the village of Trimble, at the end of the street opposite the village green, stands a dirty old house. Inside, Kronk the meanest gnome in the land, rubbed a hole in the ice that had formed on the inside of his window and peered out. The permanent scowl on face deepened making him look meaner and even more unfriendly than normal. Outside the winter snow had arrived and the folks in the village were out enjoying themselves. Sledges whizzed down fairy hill, snowball fights were going on... Read full post here
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