Please Return To the Underworld

I ran into the house and slammed the door. The tiny stone people are in the garden again! My husband rolled his eyes and headed to the store. He is not fearful of them, he hears not their din. They speak to me, and some of the words are mean. I was horrified to see them in my garden green. They are wicked and wild and they have sly ways. Their eyes follow me, as their nasty banter plays. Please go back to the otherworld I said to them. They laughed at my discomfort, stuck tongues out on a whim. I am being ostracized in my own garden I said to my man. Just pick them up and throw them into that blue trash can. It is that easy to get rid of stone people? I had no idea at all. I took his advice and threw them all away that fall. They crept back into my garden the very next year. Now I was terrified, they had struck real fear.