Gnomeo and Juliet Read Online Free PDF Page A

begin.
    â€œJust go! Please go,” Juliet begged him. She cared too much about him to see him get caught.
    â€œBut I just came here to tell you I…um, I—” Gnomeo tried again.
    â€œWhat? You what?” Juliet asked. Then she heard her father approaching again. “Sorry,” she said quickly. She pushed Gnomeo back under the pond water and turned toward her dad.
    â€œJuliet, is there something wrong with the pond?” Lord Redbrick asked.
    â€œThe pond? No, it’s fine. Just as pondy as ever—ha ha,” she said, laughing nervously. Then she pointed over her dad’s shoulder. “Oh my gosh! What is that thing over there?”
    Lord Redbrick turned away from the pond. “What? What is it?” he asked.
    Juliet motioned to Nanette.
    Nanette pulled Gnomeo and Shroom out of the pond and pushed them toward the gate. “Okay. Bye-bye, then. Good night, sweet prince. Parting is such sweet sorrow,” she said quickly.
    Nanette shoved Gnomeo and Shroom out into the alley and slammed the garden gate behind them. She wiped the sweat from her brow. That was close!

    Shroom gave a consoling whimper as he followed Gnomeo down the alley. Gnomeo was feeling sorry for himself. He had been so close to telling Juliet his true feelings for her—but the timing, not to mention the whole situation, was less than perfect. He paused in front of the deserted garden where he’d first met Juliet. He looked toward the greenhouse. Then he got an idea.

    Juliet ran over to Nanette. “Nanette, where’s Gnomeo? Has he gone?” she asked. She clutched Nanette’s arm.
    â€œYep. Gone forever,” Nanette informed her friend.
    Juliet looked devastated. “What?” she cried. She climbed toward the top of the fence, hoping for one last glimpse of Gnomeo through the wooden slats of the trellis that extended along the fence’s edge.
    When she reached the top of the fence, she unexpectedly came face to face with Gnomeo, who was staring through the slats in the trellis, hoping to get one last glimpse of her! In his hand he held the white orchid that Juliet loved so much.
    â€œI think you’ll find this does actually belong to you,” Gnomeo said.
    Juliet smiled shyly as she took the flower. “Thank you,” she said, blushing.
    They stared into each other’s eyes. But Juliet knew that they couldn’t be together. She started to leave, but Gnomeo stopped her.
    â€œI can’t go,” he said.
    â€œI know how you feel,” she replied.
    â€œNo, really…I can’t go. I’m stuck,” Gnomeo admitted. His face had gotten wedged between two slats.
    â€œSo…can I see you again tomorrow?” he asked, his face slightly squished.
    â€œYes. But not here,” she told him.
    â€œNoon?” he asked hopefully.
    â€œNot soon enough,” she replied.
    â€œI can do eleven-forty-five,” he told her.
    Juliet kissed her fingertips and placed them against Gnomeo’s lips. Then, with a gentle push, she unstuck his head from the trellis.
    â€œBack in the old deserted garden, then. Eleven-forty-five a.m.,” Gnomeo called as he slipped down from the fence. “That frog was right. Parting is such sweet sorrow.”
    Juliet smiled. She was in love!

    Gnomeo practically skipped into the Blue garden as he returned home with Shroom. But as soon as he shut the gate, Benny raced up to him.
    â€œGnomeo! Gnomeo! Where on earth have you been, Gnomeo?” he cried frantically.
    Gnomeo looked startled. “Well, I—”
    â€œWe thought one of those Reds must’ve gotten to you!” Benny exclaimed.
    â€œA Red? Get to me? Yeah, as if,” Gnomeo replied, shrugging uncomfortably. He thought of Juliet and sighed.
    If Benny only knew.

T he next day, Miss Montague walked out of her house bright and early. It was a beautiful day for gardening. “Ah la la la la ah,” she sang as she made her way to the