The bowl of water puts out the fire in the backyard, but I feel a small sting on my ankle. I look down to find an angry gnome hitting my ankle and yelling, “Your fire was burning down our village! Now my water has flooded the rest of it!” A bunch of small gnomes come out from hiding with tiny grass and stick weapons. Charlie is neighing so loud the neighbor's dog starts barking. I start to run for the backyard door while yelling Charlie’s name so hopefully, they follow. Luckily, I run inside the house with Charlie hot on my heels while I watch as a bunch of tiny triangles fill my backyard. Now, the turf war begins.