The garden gnomes actually look quite natural in that context.
From hallan, who stole it from Dumnestor's Heroes:
An elf, an orc, and a dwarf enter a tavern and each orders a mug of the local brew. It's a hot, humid summer day and the place is full of flies, and it just so happens that three flies are buzzing along in just the right place at the right time to land in each of our heroes' drinks.
The elf stares in horror for a moment, and then calls out, "Barkeep! I cannot drink this, bring me another!"
The orc picks the fly out and examines it for a moment, and then eats it and drinks the ale, unconcerned.
The dwarf picks the fly out and starts shaking it furiously, shouting "Spit it out, you little bastard! Spit it out!"
From xydexx: Good Cheer May Spread Itself, Study Suggests
Phew! What a day. 0.o