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gnomes were in his garden. He was just glad to see someone . He had been locked in the shed alone for twenty years!
    Featherstone looked sadly at the broken greenhouse windows and the scummy pond. He strode past Gnomeo and Juliet toward the old mower. He started to drag it across the overgrown grass.
    â€œShe’s empty,” Gnomeo told Featherstone.
    â€œI’ve got gas in the shed,” Featherstone replied. “It’s in a can. Come on.”
    Gnomeo and Juliet beamed at each other. This was going to be awesome !
    Within minutes the trio had the mower gassed up and ready to go.
    â€œLet her rip,” Gnomeo told Juliet, inviting her to start the old mower. A wide smile crossed her face as she pulled the throttle and revved the engine. Then she took off!
    Juliet made some wild, sharp turns, almost flipping over, but she took each curve like a professional driver. After a few tricky, hair-raising moves around the old place, she screeched to a halt in front of Gnomeo and Featherstone.
    â€œTa-da,” Juliet announced as she leaped from the mower and landed in front of Gnomeo. When he looked at her path, he saw that she had carved the initials G+J into the tall grass.
    â€œFantastic penmanship,” Featherstone said, admiring it. “But we still have to do something about these weeds.”
    â€œThey’re not weeds,” Juliet said. “They’re dandelion wishes. Go on. Make a wish and then blow on it.”
    â€œA weed by any other name…,” Featherstone replied sarcastically, before giving it a try. But his attempt at blowing on the dandelion didn’t quite work. “It’s kind of hard with a beak.”
    Then Featherstone tried one more time, and only one little white seed flew into the air. Featherstone sighed and walked away to be alone.
    Juliet and Gnomeo looked at each other shyly and started to talk. Juliet decided to explain why her father was so strict.
    â€œMy dad’s a little overprotective,” Juliet admitted. In truth, driving the mower was the first unsafe thing she’d ever done—aside from sneaking around with Gnomeo.
    Gnomeo understood exactly what Juliet was talking about. “Well, my mom raised me to hate you guys,” he replied. “So it could never work. Could it?”
    â€œA Red and a Blue,” Juliet said sadly. “It just can’t be.”
    Meanwhile, Featherstone had been blowing dandelions successfully, and he wanted to make as many wishes as he could. “I wish we could all come back and do this tomorrow,” he said. “I promise that your secret is safe with me.”
    Juliet looked at Gnomeo. It was as if Featherstone had read her mind.
    â€œShould we?” Juliet asked Gnomeo.
    â€œI can do eleven-forty-five,” he said.
    â€œNot soon enough,” Juliet replied, giggling.
    Gnomeo took Juliet’s hand one last time, and then they parted.

G nomeo walked through the Blue garden gate happily. He couldn’t stop thinking about Juliet and their date. And he really couldn’t wait to see her again tomorrow!
    He was jarred out of his daydream when Shroom barreled into him. “Ooofff!” Gnomeo grunted.
    Shroom was usually excited when Gnomeo came home, but this time he was acting a little crazy. Why was Shroom so anxious to see him? Gnomeo looked around for clues. When he saw the yard, his face fell.
    Gnomeo spotted broken and cut pieces of wisteria branches everywhere. They were scattered all over the lawn.
    Gnomeo gathered his courage and looked toward the prized wisteria tree in its toilet bowl planter. He cringed. All that was left was a leafless bunch of broken sticks.
    â€œOh no,” Gnomeo muttered. How could this have happened? He frantically looked around and finally saw his mother.
    â€œHow did it come to this?” Lady Bluebury sobbed from across the lawn. She sat on the ground and hugged one of the broken wisteria branches to her chest. “She was