That's how Lars found Ole.
Legs splayed, covered in dead leaves.
No one thinks much if a gnome goes missing through the winter. Some say they go south on the backs of the big birds for a warm sunny holiday. Imagine the shock when I snuck outside this morning and spied this unfolding in the side garden. They had it quarantined off with some yellow grossgrain ribbon so as not to contaminate the "crime scene". A large golf ball was dangerously close to the gnorpse, along with his faithful piglet who never left his master's side. Poor fella.
