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Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

Pout and Prank: Gnome Siblings at Play

Interviewer: Oh boy, we’ve got a real sibling rivalry on our hands here, don’t we? Let’s start with the basics—who’s the prankster and who’s the pouter? Finn the Gnome (grinning, tongue out): Obviously, I’m the prankster. What can I say? I was born with this level of awesomeness. See this face? Total mischief, baby! Fiona the Gnome (pouting dramatically): And I’m the pouter. Not by choice, though. I’m just always the victim of his stupid pranks! He glued my flowers to my hat last week! How am I supposed to get them off, huh?! Finn: It was brilliant, admit it. Her head was like a mobile flowerpot! She made the whole forest smell like daisies for days. You’re welcome. Fiona: *Groans* I hate daisies now. Interviewer: Wow, so it sounds like you’ve been the target of a few pranks, Fiona. What’s the worst one he’s pulled on you? Fiona (crossing arms): The worst? Oh, easy. He swapped out all my mushroom caps with fake ones made of toadstools. I went to sit down and ended up with a purple butt for a week. It was so embarrassing! Finn (laughing uncontrollably): HA! That was my masterpiece. And she’s still mad about it! Totally worth it. Interviewer: Finn, do you ever feel bad for your sister, or is it all fun and games? Finn: Look, I love her. But if you’re not pranking your sibling, are you even a real sibling? Besides, she gets me back. Like last month, she braided my beard into a hundred little knots while I was asleep. Took me hours to untangle. Fiona (smiling for the first time): That was my masterpiece. It was even better because you screamed like a baby gnome the whole time. Interviewer: Sounds like there’s some payback in your relationship. Do you two ever get along? Fiona: When he’s not pranking me, he’s okay, I guess. Sometimes we forage together, and he’s actually kind of useful. But then he ruins it by sticking mushrooms in my hair. Finn: Admit it, you’d miss me if I wasn’t around. Who else would keep you on your toes? Fiona: I’d be thrilled to never trip over a fake snake again, thank you very much. Interviewer: Well, it sounds like this rivalry isn’t ending anytime soon. Any final words for each other? Finn: Yeah—watch your back, sis. There’s a mushroom with your name on it. Fiona: And you better watch your beard tonight. I’ve got ideas. Interviewer: Well, there you have it, folks—gnome sibling rivalry at its finest! Finn and Fiona may prank and pout, but deep down, we know there’s love. Or at least something like it.     The Backstory of Finn and Fiona: Sibling Shenanigans in the Gnome World From the moment they could toddle around the mushroom patches, Finn and Fiona have been the definition of sibling chaos. Born just minutes apart, these two have been in a constant battle of pranks and pouts, much to the amusement (and sometimes frustration) of the other gnomes in the village. Finn, the wild child of the forest, has never met a prank he didn’t like. Whether it’s switching out Fiona’s toadstools or hiding in the trees to drop acorns on unsuspecting gnomes, Finn lives for the mischief. His talent for trouble is only matched by his infectious grin and his habit of sticking his tongue out at everyone and everything. Fiona, on the other hand, is the more serious of the two—at least when it comes to being the victim of Finn’s tricks. With her flowery headbands and wide, expressive eyes, she might seem like the more innocent sibling, but don’t be fooled. Beneath that pout is a mastermind of revenge, plotting her next move to make sure Finn gets a taste of his own medicine. Let’s just say the last time she braided his beard into tiny knots, it took the entire village to help untangle it. Despite their ongoing prank war, there’s a deep bond between these two. They might annoy the mushrooms out of each other, but when it comes down to it, they’re always there for a good laugh (and maybe the occasional truce). In a world full of mushrooms, flowers, and fake snakes, Finn and Fiona remind us that sibling rivalry isn’t just about the pranks—it’s about the love, too. Even if it comes wrapped in a prank or two.     Love the sibling mischief of Finn and Fiona? You can bring a little of their playful chaos into your home with these fun products! 🎉 Add some whimsical charm to your space with the “Pout and Prank” throw pillow—perfect for pranksters and pouters alike. Carry a bit of their sibling rivalry on the go with the tote bag, featuring this quirky duo. Transform your space into a whimsical forest scene with the vibrant tapestry, capturing the fun of Finn and Fiona. Or bring their playful energy to your walls with the beautiful canvas print, perfect for adding some sibling fun to your decor! Get your own piece of their fun and mischief today! 🍄

Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

Laughing with Dragons: A Gnome's Joyful Moment

In a forest where the trees never stop gossiping and the mushrooms grow as tall as your ego, there lived a gnome named Grimble Bottomsworth. Grimble wasn’t just your average gnome—oh no, he was the gnome who could out-laugh a banshee, out-drink a troll, and out-flirt a tree nymph (not that the nymphs appreciated it). Sitting atop his favorite oversized toadstool, he was having one of his famous chuckling fits. But this time, he had a new partner in crime: a baby dragon named Snarky. Now, Snarky wasn’t your typical dragon. For starters, he was about the size of a house cat and didn’t breathe fire, but he did occasionally burp out something that smelled worse than an ogre’s armpit. Snarky flapped his tiny wings, perched in Grimble's grubby hand, puffing out his chest like he was the king of this absurdly colorful jungle. Grimble cackled. “Look at this little bugger! Thinks he’s fierce! Ha! You couldn’t roast a marshmallow if it begged ya, could ya, Snarky?” Snarky, feeling the insult (or maybe just responding to Grimble’s constant stench of ale and mushroom stew), let out a tiny, yet surprisingly sharp, flame that singed a bit of Grimble’s beard. The gnome paused, blinked, and then erupted into laughter so hearty that a nearby squirrel dropped its acorn in shock. “Oi! That’s the best ya got? My granny’s breath is hotter than that, and she’s been dead for forty years!” Grimble slapped his knee, almost tipping off the toadstool as his leathery boots dangled in the air. “Bloody brilliant!” The Unfortunate Toadstool Incident As Grimble kept laughing, his mushroom throne gave a low groan. You see, toadstools aren’t exactly made to support the weight of a gnome who spent most of his life binge-eating pies and downing mead. With a rather unceremonious squelch, the toadstool gave way, collapsing beneath Grimble’s rotund rear with a fart-like noise that echoed through the forest. “Well, bugger me sideways!” Grimble exclaimed as he found himself flat on his back, surrounded by the remnants of what was once his beloved mushroom seat. “That toadstool didn’t stand a chance, did it? Too much ale and… well, let’s just say I’ve had a few more pies than I should’ve.” Snarky let out a snicker, which was an odd sound coming from a dragon, but it seemed fitting. The tiny dragon flapped his wings, hovering just above Grimble’s beard, which had now caught a few mushroom chunks. “Oi! You laughing at me, ya scaly little fart?” Grimble grunted, wiping his hands on his tunic, smearing dirt and mushroom bits across it. “Bloody hell, this place is a mess. I look like a drunk dwarf after a wedding feast. Not that I’m much better at weddings either… well, not after what happened last time.” He trailed off, muttering something about a goat and too much wine. A Foul Bet “Tell ya what, Snarky,” Grimble said, still sprawled on the ground, one leg draped over a broken mushroom stalk, “if you can manage to burn that there big ol’ mushroom,” he pointed to a colossal red-capped toadstool about ten feet away, “I’ll get ya all the roasted rabbits you can stomach. But if you fail, you’ve gotta clean my boots for a month! And trust me, they smell worse than a troll after a spa day.” Snarky narrowed his eyes and let out a determined growl that sounded more like a hiccup. He swooped down to the ground, planted his tiny claws, and puffed up his chest. With a snort, he unleashed a pathetic puff of smoke that dissipated in the wind faster than Grimble’s last bit of dignity. “Oh, come on! My piss after a night at the tavern’s got more heat than that!” Grimble guffawed, rolling over and clutching his belly. “Looks like you’ll be lickin’ my boots clean, mate!” Snarky, thoroughly annoyed, darted forward and clamped his tiny jaws onto Grimble’s nose. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but just enough to make the gnome yelp. “Oi! You cheeky bastard!” Grimble yelped, pulling the dragon off his face and glaring at him, though the effect was lost because he was still laughing. “Alright, alright, I’ll give ya a rabbit anyway, ya little shit.” He scratched the back of his head and let out a deep sigh, the kind only someone who’s eaten one too many pies could muster. The Aftermath As the day wore on, Grimble and Snarky settled into their usual routine of half-hearted bickering, mushroom-smashing, and general forest chaos. Despite their insults and shenanigans, they made quite the pair—both oddballs in their own right, united by their love of mischief and the fact that neither of them could take life (or each other) too seriously. And so, in the heart of the enchanted forest, with his belly full of pie and his beard smelling faintly of burnt mushrooms, Grimble Bottomsworth spent his days laughing with dragons, farting on mushrooms, and reminding anyone who crossed his path that even in a world full of magic, sometimes the best thing you can do is sit back, have a laugh, and let the dragon bite your nose when you've earned it. “Here’s to another day of nonsense,” Grimble said, raising his flask to Snarky, “and may your farts never be hotter than your breath, ya useless little lizard.” Snarky burped in response. “Atta boy.”     Bring the Whimsy Home! If you enjoyed Grimble’s wild antics and Snarky’s mischief, you can bring a piece of this magical world into your own! 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Captured Tales – by Bill Tiepelman

Happily Ever After... Mostly

Happily Ever After... Mostly Interviewer: Good afternoon, folks! Thanks for agreeing to sit down with us. You two look…well, quite the pair! How long have you been together? Jasper the Gnome (rocking the striped hat): Oh, it’s been what? 237 years, love? Greta the Gnome (arms crossed, not having it): Feels like 500. Jasper: She’s kidding! We met at the Gnome Shindig of ’787. She couldn’t resist my moves. Greta (deadpan): Yes, he was dancing on a toadstool and fell right off. I thought he was dead. Should’ve left him there. Interviewer: Wow, sounds like love at first…fall? Greta: More like an unfortunate accident that became a life sentence. You try saying no when a gnome proposes in front of the entire mushroom village. You’re stuck. Jasper (laughing): And what a beautiful life sentence it’s been! Don’t let her fool you—she’s my flower in the garden, my sun in the forest, my— Greta (interrupting): Ugh. Please, you romantic fool, the mushrooms are blushing. Let’s not pretend you don’t spend most of your days “foraging” for fungi with the lads. I haven’t seen you sober since last Midsummer's Eve. Interviewer: Sounds like you both have very…uh, balanced roles in this relationship. How do you keep the spark alive after all these centuries? Greta (rolling eyes): Spark? Oh, there’s plenty of sparks—mainly from me lighting fires under his lazy butt. I do all the hard work. I tend the garden, I ward off trolls, and what does he do? He gives rock 'n roll hand gestures to passing gnomes and pretends he’s still in his “heyday.” Jasper: That’s not true! I’m a provider. I bring home the rarest mushrooms. Just last week I found a Shroom of Ever-Lasting Farts. Very rare. A prized specimen! Greta: Oh yes, and I’ve had the distinct pleasure of experiencing those farts ever since. Thanks for that. Interviewer (laughing): So, what's the secret to surviving centuries together? Greta: You make sure he’s outside when the farts kick in. And you always keep a frying pan nearby…just in case. Jasper: And love! Lots of love! And, you know, forgiving the occasional fart…or ten. Greta: *Sigh* The things I endure for love. He’s lucky he’s cute. Barely. Interviewer: Well, it’s clear you two have something special, even if it's a bit…aromatic! Any last words for the folks at home about keeping a gnome marriage strong? Greta: Don’t. Do. It. Jasper (grinning): Oh come on, love, don’t be grumpy. I’d say, keep laughing. Whether it’s at her grumpy face or my mushroom hunting “skills,” laughter’s kept us going. Greta (softening, just a bit): Hmm. Fine. Laughter…and a frying pan. Interviewer: You heard it here first, folks—farting, frying pans, and laughter. That’s the key to a happy gnome marriage. Thanks for your time, you two! And best of luck with…well, surviving each other. Jasper: Anytime! Now, about that mushroom hunting trip I was talking about— Greta: No. Absolutely not. We’re done here.   The Backstory of Jasper and Greta: A Gnome Love (and War) Story It was the year 787, a wild time in the gnome world. Gnome festivals were all the rage, and young gnomes were hopping around from mushroom to mushroom like it was going out of style. In the middle of this chaos was Jasper, a self-proclaimed “wild stallion of the woods,” known for his legendary mushroom-foraging skills and his ability to drink an entire tankard of nectar without collapsing. On the other side of the forest? Greta. Stoic. Stubborn. Not here for anyone’s nonsense. She spent her days in peaceful solitude, tending her garden and perfecting her signature death glare that could freeze a goblin in its tracks. The last thing she wanted was some wide-eyed, happy-go-lucky fool traipsing into her life. And yet, fate—or perhaps just bad luck—had other plans. They met at the infamous Gnome Shindig, where Jasper, in a spectacular display of clumsiness, slipped off a toadstool during an attempt at a particularly daring jig. He landed face-first in Greta’s flowerbed. Covered in dirt and muttering something about “true love,” Jasper was smitten. Greta? Not so much. But as it happens with gnomes, persistence pays off. Jasper wooed her with gifts of rare mushrooms (not the fart-inducing kind, yet) and charmingly awful serenades. Greta, despite herself, began to soften—mainly out of exhaustion from his relentless attempts. And so, under the soft glow of mushroom caps and amidst the buzz of tiny fireflies, they became the oddest couple in the forest. Since then, they’ve endured centuries of gnome bliss: bickering, mushroom hunting, and enough eye rolls from Greta to power a windmill. Their love, while not the stuff of fairy tales, is real. It’s built on snark, fart jokes, and a deep, unspoken understanding that they’re stuck with each other—for better or for worse. And honestly? They wouldn’t have it any other way. Except maybe Greta. She’s still on the fence.