Random short story I just wrote sometime today at the prompting of a random (well, not that random, but still) sign I saw on a door. Comment, criticise, etc, please?
Mistaken
EMERGENCY: Twist Off Dome & Operate Turn
Geneven Wortak Toth looked worriedly around him at the passive faces of the Inn’s patrons. Did they not see this sign? Were they unaware of the emergency? He ran over to the nearest group of people. They were standing, laughing casually in the bright light of the crystal chandelier that hung in the centre of the high ceiling. Squeezing past a rather large man, he shouted up at them.
“Quick! There’s an emergency! Come help!”
The party ignored him, but the gnome tried again, desperately trying to catch anyone’s attention.
“Please, it says it’s an emergency!” he pleaded, and again he was met with no reply. He opened his mouth once more, but just then the Innkeeper shuffled over and handed the group the keys to their rooms. Without so much as a backwards glance, they picked up their packs and headed towards the polished wooden staircase. Geneven was left alone and unobserved in the middle of the common room, hand partially outstretched as if to stop them by sheer willpower,.
“Wait!”
His urgent squeak went unnoticed. No one seemed to care, or even know, about the emergency at hand! The gnome shook his head sadly.
“No one will listen to me…if only I was tall enough to do it myself…”
He looked back at the small sign nailed to the wall, just above his head. He let out a gasp of excitement, smacking himself in the head as he realized what he had just said. He could do it himself…
“…with a chair!!”
Amazed at his own lack of though, Geneven ran over to the bar. All of the stools were in use…but this was an emergency! He walked up to the nicest looking of the bunch, a younger woman with a friendly smile etched onto her oval face.
“Uhh…excuse me, but could I borrow your stool? It’s an emergency!”
The woman turned her smile down to face him, amusement dancing in her eyes.
“Of course…so long as you promise not to break it.”
“On my honour as a Toft, m’lady!” he declared, puffing out his small chest proudly as she stood. He half-dragged, half-carried the stool over to the wall and hurriedly clambered on top of it. He reached out his small hands to the contraption above the sign that he had been unable to reach before. “Twist off dome…” he muttered to himself, hands moving rapidly, “…and operate turn!”
He flicked his wrist, expertly turning the device…and was rewarded with he could only explain as an indoor rain shower. The gnome screwed up his eyes in frustration, his mind reeling, now that he had completed the task, to figure out what exactly the emergency had been in the first place.
He never quite got the chance to find out, however, because a large pair of strong hands had descended upon him, lifting him up by his shirt collar. He heard the Innkeepers low voice clearly over the angry shouts coming from the patrons.
“Blasted gnome! Now lookit what ye’ve done!”
Geneven squirmed, protesting as he was carried unceremoniously over to the large front doors of the Inn.
“But it said it was an emergency! I had to!!”
“It’s only there in case of a fire, you lit’le dolt!” the Innkeeper growled at him, throwing him bodily out onto the dirt road. “An’ don’t come back!”
The gnome stood, dusting himself off as he started off down the road.
“Well I’m certainly never going back there again. Terribly rude!” | 
