Gemotions

The air crackled with a kind of bubbly effervescence. Liam was in the middle of a spontaneous interpretive dance in his living room when he heard the knock. He stopped mid-pirouette, a giggle escaping him.

Standing at the door was Mrs. Rodriguez, a stern woman known for her impeccably trimmed hedges. Her shoulders were slightly slumped.

"Mr. Davis, I was hoping to… well, could I perhaps…"

Liam opened the door wide, his eyes sparkling. "Come in, come in! What's the secret mission?" He gestured grandly towards a brightly colored armchair.

She sighed, "I was hoping to use some of your land for a small garden."

Liam clapped his hands together. "A garden! That's brilliant! We could grow all sorts of things! Vegetables, flowers… maybe even a little gnome village! And we'll need a sign! A big, silly one! Oh, this is going to be wonderful!"