A Watchful Eye (Horror)

Ah, the garden gnome. Also so happy, permanently smiling since day one when he his lead based paint began to dry in the Chinese factory where he was constructed. Always keeping a watchful eye on the children in the front yard making sure they were safe from harm. But at night when the burglars came it was no more mister nice guy. The raccoons and squirrels had a feast of fresh organs that night, and the gnome smiled, his lips the color of caked blood.