"There... gnomes! Man with a lion tail!" I'm panting and at the same time trying to explain her everything.
She closed her eye again and says, "If you wake me up in the middle of the night again, I will never talk to you. Never ever," then she adds milder, "You should stop listening to Astrid's fairytales or one day you'll wake up looking like this old spinster and see "ghosts" and "gnomes" in the garden.