Gnomes. Gnomes. Gnomes. - Anne Fine

Sam’s a bit obsessed. Any time he gets his hands on some clay, he makes gnomes. Dozens and dozens and dozens of gnomes. Funny thing is, Sam doesn’t like to have gnomes in his room. So they live huddled together, out in the shed. But when Sam’s mum suddenly needs that space, she says the gnomes will have to go.

And so Sam plans a send-off for his little clay friends. A send-off that turns into a night the family will never forget.