My gnome keepers tell me the fishing trip to Thunder River was quite an affair last Sunday. The problems began when the fishing tackle mysteriously vanished in a forest clearing on the way to the river and had to be retrieved from a bog. Later, two gnomes fell in the river, but were luckily rescued from the turbulent whirlpool beneath Thunder Falls. Matters only got worse when a sleeping bear was disturbed, and went on to maul the picnic hamper and devour the sandwiches.
The only fish that was caught during the day - a fine trout - managed to knock out Grundl Wibblesnapper as he proudly displayed it.