It was a beautiful day for gardening. “Ah la la la la ah,” she sang as she made her way to the back shed. As he stood on his pedestal, Gnomeo’s eyes cut toward Miss Montague. She was about to discover what had happened to her lawn mower in the race with Tybalt. Miss Montague unlatched the shed door and pulled out the mower. Whumph! All four wheels fell off the battered machine. “Ahhhh!” she cried in shock. She looked down at her ruined mower. Gnomeo cringed. In the Red garden, Mr. Capulet was also recovering from an early-morning shock. He stood in front of his wishing well, which was covered with graffiti. He glared across the fence at Miss Montague. Clearly, she had to be responsible for this. “This is an outrage!” he shouted. “The gardening gloves are off, then, are they?” Miss Montague shook her finger at Mr. Capulet. “You! Wrecking my mower,” she yelled back through the fence. The two gardening rivals shouted back and forth at each other. This was war! Miss Montague turned her back to Mr.
