This Court has witnessed depravity in many forms but NEVER has it beheld such catastrophic failure to anticipate the emotional attachment capabilities of suburban homebuyers toward inanimate lawn statuary. You stood there Agent and watched nineteen thousand five hundred American dollars evaporate into the philosophical ether because you failed to ask the most fundamental question in residential real estate which is obviously "Ma'am does that gnome spark joy and if so we need to PUT IT IN WRITING." The sellers invoked a dead grandmother and your buyers invoked PRINCIPLE and you offered Amazon Prime like some kind of discount sorcerer and Judge Escrow must now take a moment because THE GNOME HAD A LITTLE FACE and apparently that face held more negotiating power than three weeks of professional advocacy. You now include garden décor clauses which tells this Court you learned nothing because next time it will be a birdbath or a decorative frog or God forbid a WIND CHIME and you will be back in my courtroom weeping about ceramic animals while the Judge reaches for his emergency brandy.