SOME staff at Central Telegraph thought they had been kidnapped.
Others thought it was the work of the “fun police”.
What happened to the gnomes who had taken up residence for a few short days on the Washpool Street roundabout?
So, as an investigative journalist, I decided to launch a special investigation to search the ends of the earth - or at least Washpool and Kroombit streets - to find out what had happened to the little people who normally inhabit the shady recesses of many a garden.
“Kidnapping” was a possibility. They were the same height as kids - or me for that matter. That meant my first call was to police for protection. Little people near my work had been kidnapped, I told officer-in-charge Senior Sergeant Nick Paton, so I could be next!
It turned out the theory of the “fun police” wasn't to far from the truth.
The real police had seen that one gnome move into the open-plan roundabout resort and when his family and friends heard about it, they had followed suit.
Police decided it was time to take action. People were complaining the gnomes never slept and constantly stared at them with a peculiar, mischievous grin - as if it was painted on.
Besides, the roundabout was a nice grassy knoll. Could a gnome have been the second shooter in the JFK assassination? Well, no.
“We arrested them for loitering,” Senior Sergeant Paton joked.
“We heard they were being held captive on the Washpool Street roundabout so we took action to liberate them.
“We've made sure they've been taken to a good gn-home,” the officer joked .
Senior Sergeant Nick Paton said police were worried about public safety in relation to gnomes.
“People might go home drunk and throw them through windows at the Washpool street shops - they aren't nailed down,” he said.
Why couldn't the leprechauns with the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow be kidnapped? I wondered
There's an investigation I'd love to chase down.
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