enchanted creatures

by Bill Tiepelman

The Snail Fairy's New Year Adventure

Deep in the enchanted garden, as the last stars of the year twinkled in the velvet sky, the Snail Fairy emerged from her golden rose. Her name was Spirabella, though most simply called her Bella, and she was the queen of sass, charm, and late-night shenanigans. As the guardian of all things whimsical, Bella had one mission every New Year’s Eve: to ensure the celebration was legendary. “Alright, darlings,” she chirped, fluffing her furry antennae in the reflection of a dew drop. “It’s time to party, and by party, I mean absolute chaos wrapped in glitter.” Her tiny, spiral shell gleamed under the moonlight, a cosmic swirl that sparkled like a disco ball. With a dramatic wave of her tiny paw, Bella summoned her entourage: the Firefly DJ, the Spiderweb Cocktail Master, and of course, the Mushroom Dancers, who always arrived fashionably late. The enchanted creatures of the garden gathered beneath the sprawling canopy of an ancient oak tree, which had been draped in glowing ivy for the occasion. Everyone knew Bella threw the best parties—after all, she’d invented the magical champagne bubble that never popped (and always refilled itself). Legends whispered that even the Wind Spirits got hangovers from her events. When the Trouble Started Just as the countdown began, a rival appeared. It was the New Year itself, a sleek, shimmering figure wrapped in silver vines, radiating pomp and unnecessary drama. They sashayed into the party, their spiral shell glistening with what Bella could only assume was store-bought glitter. “Bella,” the New Year said, their voice dripping with faux charm, “your parties are delightful, but it’s time for something... fresher. Bolder. A little less ‘furry snail’ and a little more ‘cosmic glam.’” Bella narrowed her eyes, her paw tightening around her martini glass. “Fresher?” she hissed. “Darling, I’ve been running this show since before you were a twinkle in the Timekeeper’s eye. You’re welcome to join, but don’t think for a second you’re taking over my spotlight.” The New Year smirked, clearly unbothered. “Oh, Bella. The past is so... last year.” The crowd gasped. Bella’s fuzzy fur bristled with indignation. She set down her drink, her spiral shell glowing brighter with every passing second. “Alright, glitter boy,” she said, her voice as sharp as a thorn. “How about a little competition? Let’s see who can bring the most magic to this garden.” The Legendary Face-Off The challenge was simple: Bella and the New Year would each create the most dazzling New Year’s spectacle. Fireworks? Check. Glitter storms? Obviously. A flying toadstool parade? Oh, it was on. Bella’s side erupted in cheers as she conjured a swirling galaxy above the garden, her antennae crackling with magic. Stars spun in intricate patterns, spelling out messages like, “You can’t out-snail the queen.” Meanwhile, the New Year countered with a cosmic rain of shooting stars, each one bursting into a thousand tiny flowers as it hit the ground. The garden creatures went wild, dancing, laughing, and sipping Bella’s infamous champagne bubbles. As the clock struck midnight, the crowd’s roar reached a fever pitch. Both Bella and the New Year stood at the center of the chaos, their glowing shells radiating pure magic. Finally, they burst into laughter. “Alright, alright,” the New Year admitted, raising a glass. “You’re good, Bella. Legendary, even.” Bella smirked, her fuzzy paw extended for a toast. “You’re not bad yourself, darling. But don’t get used to it. This is my garden.” The Aftermath By dawn, the enchanted garden was littered with stardust, empty champagne bubbles, and a few passed-out Mushroom Dancers. Bella watched the sunrise from her golden rose, her tiny frame glowing with satisfaction. “Another year, another legendary party,” she sighed, sipping her last martini. “Same time next year, darlings.” As the New Year disappeared into the horizon, they turned and waved, a knowing smirk on their face. “Until next time, Bella.” The Snail Fairy smiled, her antennae twitching with mischief. “Oh, there will be a next time. And I’ll still be fabulous.” And so, the legend of Bella and her sass-filled New Year’s adventures lived on, proving once again that even in the magical world, there’s always room for a little chaos, a lot of glitter, and one fabulous snail fairy.     Bring Bella Home: Radiant Rose Dweller Collection Love the charm and sass of Bella, the Snail Fairy? 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by Bill Tiepelman

The Gnome and the Glittering Dragonfly

Deep in the heart of the enchanted Blackthorn Forest, where mushrooms glow and trees gossip louder than the village blacksmith, lived a gnome named Thimblewick Featherfoot—“Thim” to his friends, if he had any. Thim wasn’t your average gnome. He hated gardening, scoffed at baking pies, and, worst of all, despised mushrooms. Instead, he had a singular obsession: riding dragonflies. Now, riding dragonflies wasn’t exactly encouraged among gnomes. For one, dragonflies were notoriously difficult to saddle. They were also prone to fits of ego if you complimented their wings too much. But Thim had spent years perfecting his craft, whispering sweet nothings to the glimmering insects and bribing them with honeydew and compliments like, "Oh, you magnificent flitter-beast, your wings could shame the stars!" On one fateful morning, as the sunlight filtered through the forest canopy in golden beams, Thim stood at the edge of the babbling Brooklynn Stream. Clad in his finest red hat (with a jaunty tilt, thank you very much) and freshly polished boots, he whistled a jaunty tune. Moments later, his pride and joy descended from the treetops with a dramatic flourish. Her name was Glitterbug—a dragonfly the size of a corgi, with eyes that shimmered like disco balls and wings that refracted light into rainbows. "Ah, my glorious Glitterbug," Thim cooed, adjusting his glasses. "Ready for another daring escapade?" Glitterbug didn’t respond verbally—she wasn’t that kind of dragonfly—but the enthusiastic flap of her wings told him she was game. The Takeoff Strapping on a harness made of enchanted spider silk (don’t ask where he got it), Thim hopped onto Glitterbug’s back with the grace of a potato rolling off a table. “Onward, my majestic steed!” he cried, pointing dramatically toward the horizon. Glitterbug launched into the air, and Thim immediately regretted skipping breakfast. The rush of wind slapped his face, and his stomach did somersaults as they careened over the forest canopy. Below, squirrels paused mid-nut-chew to gawk, and a family of raccoons applauded politely. Thim waved back, feeling like the hero he always knew he was. The ride started smoothly—too smoothly, in fact. As they soared over the Whispering Pines, Thim spotted a flock of pixies having a tea party in the clouds. He tipped his hat to them, but they only glared back. "Oi, Glitterbug!" Thim shouted over the wind. "How about we show those snooty pixies some real aerobatics, eh?" Before Glitterbug could protest (or maybe she was just thrilled by the idea), Thim pulled the reins, and the dragonfly spiraled into a corkscrew maneuver that would have made a hawk jealous. The pixies gasped and spilled their tea. "Gnome!" one shouted. "You’ll pay for that!" "Put it on my tab!" Thim hollered back, laughing so hard he nearly fell off. The Trouble Begins As they soared over the shimmering Moonlit Marshes, things took a turn. A sudden gust of magical wind—likely stirred up by an annoyed wizard with bad aim—sent Glitterbug veering sideways. Thim clung to the reins for dear life, his hat flying off into the marsh below. "My hat!" he yelled, scandalized. "That was limited edition!" Worse still, the gust had brought unwanted company. A flock of Gremlock Crows, infamous for their love of shiny objects, spotted Glitterbug’s iridescent wings and decided they’d like to add her to their collection. "Shoo!" Thim shouted, waving his arms. "She’s not for sale!" But the crows cackled and dove after them like feathery missiles. "Glitterbug, evasive maneuvers!" Thim barked, and the dragonfly obeyed. They looped and zigzagged through the sky, narrowly avoiding the snapping beaks of the greedy birds. At one point, Thim grabbed a stale biscuit from his pocket and hurled it at the crows. "Fetch, you winged hooligans!" It worked, momentarily distracting the flock as they squabbled over the snack. But their relief was short-lived. Just as they escaped the crows, they entered the territory of the dreaded Fangtooth Fishers—giant, airborne fish with glowing eyes and a penchant for anything gnome-sized. The Great Escape "Oh, come on!" Thim groaned as one of the fish lunged at them, its mouth full of needle-sharp teeth. "Why does everything in this forest want to eat me? I’m mostly beard!" Glitterbug darted left, then right, dodging the snapping jaws of the fish with astonishing agility. Thim, meanwhile, rummaged through his bag of tricks. He pulled out a vial of Pixie Dust™ ("Guaranteed to Sparkle") and hurled it at their pursuers. The cloud of glittery powder exploded in a dazzling display, confusing the fish and sending them floundering back into the marsh below. As the dust settled, Glitterbug flew higher, carrying them above the chaos. Thim let out a triumphant laugh, patting his trusty dragonfly on the head. "That’s my girl! We make quite the team, don’t we?" Glitterbug buzzed in agreement—or maybe she was just hungry. A (Mostly) Happy Ending They eventually landed safely back at the Brooklynn Stream, where Thim collapsed onto the mossy ground, utterly exhausted but grinning from ear to ear. "What an adventure, Glitterbug!" he said, reaching for his bag. "Next time, we bring snacks and a helmet. And maybe a flamethrower." Glitterbug gave him a look that clearly said, "Next time? You’re kidding, right?" before fluttering off to rest on a nearby flower. As Thim lay there, staring up at the sky, a passing squirrel dropped his hat onto his chest. "Ah, you magnificent tree rat," Thim murmured. "You’re invited to the victory party." And thus, Thimblewick Featherfoot’s legend grew, cementing his reputation as the gnome who dared to dream big—and occasionally got chased by flying fish. 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