Many seasons ago, old Getoff had a real name, but no one remembered it. Not even himself. All he really remembered from those early years was fear. He was so tiny and delicate and those feet were so big and clumsy. He enjoyed being admired from afar, but as those feet got closer and closer he got more and more fearful, until he couldn't stand it anymore and yelled at them:
"Get off my lawn you clumsy kids!"
Now every season when he bloomed they called him Getoff and laughed and ran away. Leaving him alone on his pristine lawn.
Story by: Lypsyl
Profile by: SubetaLodge
Gnome Image by: KiaArra