The Garden – Where Gnomes Live in Peace.

     “Well, that’s all that needs to be done for set-up.” Derrick said, gently patting his small, scruffy, brown dog, Jack, on the head. He looked around the store and double-checked everything, making sure everything ready for the day. The many assorted coats and hats hanging in the window were propped up on the dummies perfectly. A few swords and bows were hanging up on the wall, gleaming in the sunlight streaming in through the window. Some musical instruments including a lute, a lyre, and a harp were sitting near the counter in mint condition. 
     This is going to be a good day, he thought to himself, as he walked over to the door and opened it, the doorbell ringing loudly. He took a deep breath, letting the smell of the morning dew and pine trees invade his nostrils. A loud barking noise from inside, however, broke his trance. With a sigh, he realized that he had forgotten to feed Jack his breakfast. He went into the back storage room and took out a thick, juicy steak from a barrel, and walked back to the counter, and plopped the steak into Jack’s bowl. Jack happily tore the steak apart, making Derrick laugh. The ringing of the doorbell drew Derrick’s gaze away from his dog and to the door. An old man, sporting a rather long, grey beard and an eyepatch, sauntered in through the door and leaned on the counter…