"What a curious little critter," José mused as he knelt down beside a rock. Behind it, a small, blurry figure seemed to be holding its ankle in pain.
José was sure to keep proper distance as he inspected the creature-- or rather, he realized as the blur faded away, the tiny little man. The little man wore a blue vest over what seemed to be a white sweater, while atop his head a pointy red hat was perched. It didn't take long for José to realize what he'd stumbled upon.
"A little gnome," he whispered to himself.
"I'm..." the gnome grumbled, "I'm quite large for others of my kin."
The gnome's voice was surprisingly low and gruff. In fact, it sounded closer to José's grandfather than to any little critter that he'd seen up until that point.
"I see you're hurt," José said to the gnome, "Anything I can do to help?"
"Aside from giving me some cacao butter and fairy dust," the gnome winced, "No, not really."
"Sprained ankle?"
"Uh-huh... You know, I'd actually suggest getting out of here," the gnome warned.
"How come?" José tilted his head to one side.
"I've sent out a distress pheromone to the other gnomes around here. If they see you hovering over me, they're sure to attack."
"Ah," José hummed. And with some hesitance, he left.