Moonbrim
The Plain Little Garden Gnome
Pipkin was a plain, chipped clay gnome in a garden full of gleaming marble statues, and beside them he felt common and dull. A gentle bedtime story about comparing ourselves to others, and the quiet discovery that the cold marble was admired from afar while the warm little gnome was the one everyone actually loved. For every little one who feels plain.
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In the grand garden stood a plain gnome. All around him gleamed fine marble statues. A graceful nymph, a proud and polished stag.
Pipkin felt common, chipped, and rather dull. At the fair, the crowds admired the marble. They walked right past the little clay gnome.
Alone that night, Pipkin wished he gleamed too. A robin built her nest upon his cap. A child hugged him with a daisy chain.
Small creatures sheltered warm beneath his arms. The cold marble was admired, but never touched. Pipkin glowed, crowded with happy little friends.
Plain and warm, he was never once alone.
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