Most people enjoy the idea of having a gnome for company. Garden gnomes help pull out weeds and shoo away hungry bunnies while House gnomes make toast and shoo away dust bunnies. Some gnomes even travel the globe with a camera. But Canary doesn't have any of these gnomes. In fact, she wishes her gnome wasn't there. He's not there all the time, but he sets up camp in her heart. He pitches a tent in every chamber and a campfire right on top, where he cooks his meals. For breakfast, he eats sadness. For lunch, he eats anger, and by dinner time, he feasts on loneliness. Canary can tell when he's cooking because the smoke rises up and burns her throat and makes her eyes water, in attempts to put the fire out. The leftovers get thrown into her stomach, still hot. Canary tries not to feed Gnome, but sometimes other people feed him first, and they don't even realize. But Canary knows that Gnome can leave just as quickly as he comes, and in fact, Gnome's real purpose is to show her what she's really feeling, especially when she's too stubborn to face it. So Canary will listen to her gnome, and others' gnomes, too, if they try to speak to her.
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