They toured the house with the real estate agent.
“We love it,” he said. “Is there anything we should know about the house’s past?”
The agent looked down.

“Well…,” he began. He shifted his weight and looked uncomfortable. He scratched the back of his head nervously before he said, “there’s the gnome.”

Mr. Davis frowned. “Excuse me?”

The Garden Gnome outside. The neighbors think it’s possessed.”

Mrs. Davis burst out laughing. “Are you kidding me? The garden gnome is possessed?”

She went outside to the front yard and bent down to examine it. The paint was weathered, and there was a small chip on the hat. “It’s adorable!” She exclaimed. “He just needs a little paint. He’s not possessed, he’s neglected.”

Mr.Davis laughed. He told Mr. Gray that they would take the house. Mrs. Davis bent down and whispered in a low voice, addressing the gnome. “I’ll take care of you if you take care of me, okay?”

She winked at the old gnome and left with her husband.

The couple bought the home and as promised. Mrs Davis gave the gnome a good washing and patched the small chip on the hat. After, she gave the Gnome, who she named Gus, a new paint job — shiny red hat, white beard and fat, rosy cheeks. She found a nice shady spot for him under the Japanese Maple so he would be somewhat protected from the elements. “There! Good as new! You look fabulous, Gus.”

Weeks went by, and every time Mrs. Davis passed by Gus she would always say hi, as if he were a pet. When she tended the Maple tree and the flowers, she would always give him a wash to keep him like new.

One night, when Mr. Davis was away on business, a robber broke into the house. He threatened Mrs. Davis and began smacking her around demanding money. She fell from the violence of his attack. Suddenly, Mrs. Davis heard a loud thud. The robber’s head jerked forward. She heard a hollow sounding thud and then he fell dead at her feet. Laying face down next to the robber was Gus, as if someone had thrown him at the robbers head. Mrs. Davis steadied herself and called police. After she hung up, she stared at the garden gnome laying on the floor, not touching him so as not to get finger prints on him. “Thanks for keeping you end of the bargain,” she said to him.

The next day, Gus the Garden Gnome was in his usual place under the Japanese Maple tree. He seems to have a wider smile on his face as he stood guard of the Davis home.

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