Saturday was the perfect day to bring Dastardly Darren downtown for a lengthy interrogation. He continued to stonewall us until lunch hour neared and I threatened to withhold his meal.
“Okay Darren, where is the gnome?” I demanded.
Straight to the secret hiding place he dashed…under the counter amongst the mountains of Padraig slippers.
“Here he is.” he declared very nonchalantly.
Prickles giddy with relief, bristled happily to have his old friend by his side once again.