Being such an ancient race, Over time they have developed great wisdom, but being so small in size and unable to blend in unnoticed, they have had to adjust their life styles as a matter of survival. The frustration this has created, is what has led to their pranks or constructs, as they call them. Imagine being smarter and more capable than all those around you and yet having to hide your abilities because those you would deal with, can't comprehend even the basic facts of your ideas, let alone the intricacies which make them truly brilliant. This is the world in which the garage gnomes find themselves, surrounded by larger more powerful creatures who are basically oblivious to their existence and definitely not interested in taking the advice of a smarter race simply because they are small. This leads to another issue the garage gnomes have to deal with, we know it as "little man's syndrome". It's an affliction suffered by men under 6 feet tall, in varying degrees, the most affected by it generally join a tough guy club, like martial arts, or the military, the most afflicted being 'Drill' Sargents in the Marines teaching 'martial arts'. So you can imagine the conflict which rages in these, tiny creatures of impressive intellect as they react to the lumbering oafs around them.

One of the most aggravating things that the Garage Gnomes are regularly faced with is the false stories circulated about the existence of Yard or Garden Gnomes. Any fool can see theyre made of plaster! The Gnome I befriended told me. Well I guess befriended is a little strong for our relationship, actually hes more of an acquaintance, as he still blames me for trapping him. But thats another portion of the story, well lets handle that right now. So I found this squirrel in clothing on the garage floor, and took him out into the light, to better see what the heck was in the bucket, and he started to slowly squirm around, as if the light was hurting him, so I stepped back into the garage, into the shade, and he opened his eyes. They have odd eyes, not like a small animal, though they do see in the dark very well, but they change color, I suspect with their moods. His eyes were a dull grey color, and he was still rather dazed, Tricky that, he said. I was so surprised to hear him speaking to me I almost dropped the bucket. Why yah did that? What what do you mean? I was really surprised that I could even answer, let alone formulate a question.
Hittin me wi that box! he said it with a sense of incredulity, and I still had no idea what he meant, I just worked my way in here to try to clean up a couple things and get the weed eater, I have no idea what you mean about a box. I looked around and saw a box of my dads wooden puzzles had spilled out across the floor, and was in the general area where I found him lying unconscious. What are you doing in here anyway, and what are you? He looked at me and seemed to finally be coming around, I live here, in this garage, why, what is it to you? Well Its my garage, and what are you, anyway? I was a little surprised to find something claiming to live in my garage. Let alone talking to me. I dont think Ive ever seen anything like you, I was saying, as he stood up in the bucket, and yelled, Dont call me a thing, Im a Gnome and not a thing if you please!
A Gnome, well thats a new one on me, and hes claiming to live in my garage? Ok now Im intrigued. Where do you live in my garage, and for how long, and who said you can, and why havent I seen you in here before, and do you have a name? Now I know this is not exactly what I said, but its pretty close, I was a little shocked, to say the least, and I wanted to get some more information, and get it fast, before I woke up. I figured Id fallen and knocked myself silly, this was just too weird to be actually happening. The codeine in the pills I was taking had been giving me very vivid dreams, so I was expecting to wake up at any moment.