Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls. The only characters I own are the
ones that you do not recognise. If I owned Gilmore Girls, then the
Australian television network might not have cut off the season halfway
through, just as it was getting to the good parts. Also Jess would have
stayed well and truly where he was!
Napoleon and The Garden Gnomes..........
For as long as she could remember, things had always been the same. Her life, had always remained the same. New people drifted in and out, babies were born, people got married, divorced and won dance marathons. The world she knew was chaotic and bizarre at the best of times, but that was exactly the way she liked it..
Lorelai Ambrosia Gilmore had never been a morning person, she was like her mother Rory in that sense, but this morning she was up before the dawn. She quietly dressed and grabbed her yellow backpack and slowly, gently eased her bedroom window open. She strained her ears to hear if the sound had awakened her mother and when she was satisfied that the coast was clear she manoeuvred out of the window, across the roof and very carefully, down the huge oak tree and across the tidy yard, to freedom.
Amber had been planning this outing for almost a month, usually at school when she was pretending to pay attention to Mr Forbes, her latest and in her opinion, incompetent teacher. She had a plan for Mr Forbes, but for now it would have to wait. It was time to concentrate on the matter at hand. Slowly Amber crept up the street, pausing here and there to collect some specimens for her little project. A cheeky smile crept across her face as she arrived at the gazebo in the centre of Stars Hollow and delicately rested her backpack on the ground. It took her the better part of an hour to arrange everything to her liking before she quietly packed up and made her way back home, right on schedule to catch a few hours sleep before being woken up by her beautiful, bleary eyed mother to get ready for school.
As Rory and Amber walked towards Luke's Diner for breakfast Rory noticed quite a large number of townspeople gathered around the gazebo "Come on baby, let's see what's going on" Rory grasped her daughter's hand as she made her way towards the crowd, which included her own mother, Lorelai Gilmore. "Morning Mom, what's going on?" Rory asked, her journalistic instincts flaring up as her forty four year old mother doubled over with laughter, tears streaming out of her eyes. Rory edged her way through the crowd and understood exactly why her mother was laughing so hard. Meticulously arranged on the gazebo, someone had recreated the Battle of Waterloo, using garden gnomes dressed in tiny, painstakingly produced army issue camouflage gear. And when the owners of the 'soldiers' tried to reclaim their gnomes, they found that they were glued to the surface. There was even a little gnome dressed as Napoleon. Rory just shook her head as Taylor Doose rambled on and on about destruction of private property and pressing "gnome assault" charges on the juvenile delnquent responsible. As she turned to head towards the Diner, Amber and Lorelai in tow, Taylor charged up to them and planted himself directly in their path "And if it isn't my favourite little juvenile delinquent now. Returned to the scene of the crime, Ambrosia?" Taylor demanded as both Lorelai and Rory rolled their eyes "Cut it out Taylor and leave the poor baby alone" Miss Patty ordered as stood between Taylor and Amber "Stop accusing the poor child of everything that goes wrong in this town" Miss Patty added as she shooed the three Gilmore's in the direction of Luke's "You never know what sort of behaviour to expect from that child, her father probably being some European barbarian. We could all wake up one day, murdered in our beds" Taylor rambled as Miss Patty led him away "Don't be ridiculous Taylor. If we were murdered in our beds, we would hardly wake up" Miss Patty could be heard faintly as Lorelai pushed open the door to Luke's.
Napoleon and The Garden Gnomes..........
For as long as she could remember, things had always been the same. Her life, had always remained the same. New people drifted in and out, babies were born, people got married, divorced and won dance marathons. The world she knew was chaotic and bizarre at the best of times, but that was exactly the way she liked it..
Lorelai Ambrosia Gilmore had never been a morning person, she was like her mother Rory in that sense, but this morning she was up before the dawn. She quietly dressed and grabbed her yellow backpack and slowly, gently eased her bedroom window open. She strained her ears to hear if the sound had awakened her mother and when she was satisfied that the coast was clear she manoeuvred out of the window, across the roof and very carefully, down the huge oak tree and across the tidy yard, to freedom.
Amber had been planning this outing for almost a month, usually at school when she was pretending to pay attention to Mr Forbes, her latest and in her opinion, incompetent teacher. She had a plan for Mr Forbes, but for now it would have to wait. It was time to concentrate on the matter at hand. Slowly Amber crept up the street, pausing here and there to collect some specimens for her little project. A cheeky smile crept across her face as she arrived at the gazebo in the centre of Stars Hollow and delicately rested her backpack on the ground. It took her the better part of an hour to arrange everything to her liking before she quietly packed up and made her way back home, right on schedule to catch a few hours sleep before being woken up by her beautiful, bleary eyed mother to get ready for school.
As Rory and Amber walked towards Luke's Diner for breakfast Rory noticed quite a large number of townspeople gathered around the gazebo "Come on baby, let's see what's going on" Rory grasped her daughter's hand as she made her way towards the crowd, which included her own mother, Lorelai Gilmore. "Morning Mom, what's going on?" Rory asked, her journalistic instincts flaring up as her forty four year old mother doubled over with laughter, tears streaming out of her eyes. Rory edged her way through the crowd and understood exactly why her mother was laughing so hard. Meticulously arranged on the gazebo, someone had recreated the Battle of Waterloo, using garden gnomes dressed in tiny, painstakingly produced army issue camouflage gear. And when the owners of the 'soldiers' tried to reclaim their gnomes, they found that they were glued to the surface. There was even a little gnome dressed as Napoleon. Rory just shook her head as Taylor Doose rambled on and on about destruction of private property and pressing "gnome assault" charges on the juvenile delnquent responsible. As she turned to head towards the Diner, Amber and Lorelai in tow, Taylor charged up to them and planted himself directly in their path "And if it isn't my favourite little juvenile delinquent now. Returned to the scene of the crime, Ambrosia?" Taylor demanded as both Lorelai and Rory rolled their eyes "Cut it out Taylor and leave the poor baby alone" Miss Patty ordered as stood between Taylor and Amber "Stop accusing the poor child of everything that goes wrong in this town" Miss Patty added as she shooed the three Gilmore's in the direction of Luke's "You never know what sort of behaviour to expect from that child, her father probably being some European barbarian. We could all wake up one day, murdered in our beds" Taylor rambled as Miss Patty led him away "Don't be ridiculous Taylor. If we were murdered in our beds, we would hardly wake up" Miss Patty could be heard faintly as Lorelai pushed open the door to Luke's.