Operation Meat Traitor

I needed fresh air and serious targets, so I squeezed back out to the patio. Right under the table leg, somebody dropped a clean metal spoon and a fat, hollow dried macaroni noodle. Goldmine! I dragged the spoon over, wedged the handle under a flat pebble like a seesaw, and balanced the macaroni right on the scoop. I backed up, aimed straight at an innocent lawn gnome across the pavers, and stomped hard on the handle with my heel! The noodle launched with a sharp ping and bounced right off the gnome’s round red nose. I threw my arms up and honked with laughter!