Crowbar Gnome

Crowbar Gnome   “With a stout red hat and boots scuffed from work, he leans on his tiny iron bar like it’s an old friend. Cabinets stuck, floorboards swollen, lids that won’t budge — he pries, nudges, and lifts with quiet patience. When he’s done, he slips away, leaving only a neat stack of nails and a job well finished.”