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Somewhere in Kauai

Two inches tall 
Pointy red hat 
Seahawk Sweater
Brown Pants 
Enjoys beer and pool parties
I know I know. I should have posted this a year ago but I kept hoping he would find his way home.
However I have learned that Gnomes can not be trusted.

CAN NOT BE TRUSTED.

I can't blame him. If I could have I would have stayed in Kauai also.
We could have lived the rest of our days quite happily sunning on the beach, drinking Primo beer by the pool, chasing wild chickens and learning how to surf.

I don't know when he made his move and escaped my trusty pocket but I know it happened before we moved on to Poipu in south Kauai.

I know I had him in my bag when we checked out of our Waipouli condo but he never arrived with us at the Plantation in Poipu.

As I mentioned before, he likes beer.

He loved the Seahawks game we took him too before we flew to the islands.
Ready to rock out at the Hawks Game

It's possible one of the wild chickens took him I suppose.


He was always trying to catch one.

On the trail to the Indiana Jones Rope Swing

We took him four wheeling and he threw a fit until we took his picture near the pasture where Jurassic Park was filmed.

place of the running of the dinosaurs in the first Jurassic Park

He loved Anini Beach and Hanalei. Mostly for the big beer the waitress bought him.

chilling in a tree on Anini Beach

Refreshing pacifico in Hanalei

He saw the Kilauea Light House and all the wild weird ducks hanging around there.

insisting this is the best view at Kilauea Lighthouse

If you see him whilst touring around Kauai can you send him home.

It kind of hurt my feelings that he didn't want to stay with us...

Every now and then my husband will hear me mumble a curse upstairs about 'that little f#ck%&! is still in Hawaii where I want to be'

I think one hit the bar on the way over to boost his courage

In the meantime some of his friends showed up over the weekend and wanted to know where he was and they insisted I post this message on social media to find their friend.


They keep trying to get into my purse. They say for a nap but I suspect they are trying to get my wallet to buy airplane tickets.


The little gang of Gnomes and myself thank you in advance for your help.

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