Daily story, August 16, 2025

Franklin lives in a little house carved out of a pumpkin at the bottom of my garden. He is not a gnome, elf, pixie, faerie, dwarf, hobbit or leprechaun, and he has painted a sign to that effect, which you would do well to attend to. Franklin is bad-tempered and unkind, but he is also my landlord, and so I keep him civil with timely rent payments and acorn wine. All his things are still in the house; full-size things, used and worn and loved. I wonder what happened to him.