The best stories always begin with a lawn gnome in someone's path.

"What do you mean?" Norman said.
"I'll trade you some Xenon for a dozen dirt clods." (Lawn gnomes, if you didn't know, have a thing for dirt clods.)
"Xenon!? What's that?"
"It's a noble gas," replied the gnome.
"I don't think I have any use for a noble gas," replied Norman.
"Suit yourself," replied the gnome, "but if you ever change your mind, just drop by the garden and ask for Martin."
Norman Bufort thought about how that name was quite a good one for a lawn gnome, but after that, he didn't think on the tiny plastic man anymore. Instead, he went to go find his friends. Herb's house was the closest, so he went there first.
As he approached, he thought he heard a low humming sound. The closer he got, the louder the humming becam

Norman quickly ran after the UFO, having no idea how he was going to save Herb from its grasps. He was too late. The UFO flew off into the sky with Herb inside, cutting through the air with the sound of an eerie siren. Norman was left behind in shock. His elderly friend had just been kidnapped by aliens right before his eyes! Norman looked to the ground and saw a piece of paper. Apparantly, it was the last thing Herb had written. On that piece of paper were the words, "When I came," but that was all. Norman looked up at the sky. The mystery had only begun.
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