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by Bill Tiepelman

The Gnome and the Harvest Crown Stag

Deep in the Emberwood Forest, where the air shimmered with golden sunlight and the crunch of leaves filled the air, a gnome named Wimble Leafwhistle was up to no good. Wimble, known as the “Acorn Ace,” had a reputation for turning the most serene woodland events into chaotic spectacles. His partner in these escapades? A regal stag named Chestnut, whose magnificent antlers were draped with garlands of acorns, autumn leaves, and berries. “All right, Chestnut,” Wimble said, perched on the stag’s back and adjusting his oversized red hat. “Today, we’re going to show this forest what true artistry looks like. Forget your boring autumn traditions—this year’s Harvest Festival will go down in history!” Chestnut gave a skeptical snort, his breath puffing in the crisp autumn air. But Wimble, as always, ignored him. He had plans. Big, ridiculous plans. The Festival Scene The Harvest Festival was the grandest event in Emberwood. Woodland creatures gathered under the Great Oak to showcase their finest acorns, pies, and decorations. Squirrels chattered excitedly as they displayed acorn sculptures. Hedgehogs offered steaming mugs of mulled cider. Even the ever-grumpy badgers had baked pumpkin tarts for the occasion. Wimble and Chestnut made their entrance with all the subtlety of a falling oak tree. The gnome had tied tiny bells to the stag’s antlers, which jingled loudly as they trotted into the clearing. Chestnut’s antlers sparkled with dew, and Wimble had even strapped a lantern to his saddle for dramatic effect. “Make way!” Wimble called, waving dramatically. “The Harvest Crown Stag and his loyal squire have arrived!” The crowd turned to stare, their chatter dying down. Elder Maple, the no-nonsense squirrel who presided over the festival, narrowed her eyes. “Wimble,” she said slowly, “what are you up to?” “Up to? Me?” Wimble asked, feigning innocence. “I’m simply here to add a touch of class to your humble gathering.” He tugged on Chestnut’s reins, and the stag reluctantly pranced forward, shaking his decorated antlers. The acorns dangling from the garlands clinked together like tiny bells. The Acorn Contest Wimble’s first target was the Great Acorn Contest, a competition where squirrels showcased their most impressive acorn collections. The entries were neatly arranged on a long table, each acorn polished to a glossy shine. Wimble leaned over to inspect them, his beard twitching with mischief. “Very nice, very nice,” he said, picking up a particularly large acorn. “But wouldn’t it be more... exciting if they moved?” Before anyone could stop him, he sprinkled a handful of enchanted “Jitter Dust” over the table. The acorns quivered, then sprouted tiny legs and began scuttling around like frantic beetles. The squirrels shrieked, diving after their runaway acorns. Elder Maple glared at Wimble. “Really?” she demanded. “What?” Wimble said, grinning. “They’re more fun this way!” The Pie Tasting Next up was the Pie Tasting Competition, a highlight of the festival. Hedgehogs, foxes, and even a family of otters had brought their finest baked goods to be judged. Wimble, of course, had no intention of letting this go smoothly. As the judges began sampling the pies, Wimble leaned over to Chestnut. “Watch this,” he whispered, pulling a tiny vial from his pocket. The label read: “Peppery Pop Powder.” With a flick of his wrist, he sprinkled the powder over the pies. Moments later, the judges took their next bites—and immediately began hiccuping tiny flames. The fox judge yelped, fanning his tongue, while the hedgehog rolled on the ground, sending sparks flying. “Fiery flavor!” Wimble declared, clapping his hands. “A bold choice!” Chestnut groaned, shaking his head as the chaos unfolded. The Antler Parade The grand finale of the festival was the Antler Parade, where the forest’s deer displayed their elaborately decorated antlers. Chestnut, with his dazzling crown of acorns and leaves, was a clear favorite—until Wimble decided to “enhance” the competition. “Hold still,” Wimble said, climbing onto Chestnut’s head and sprinkling a few enchanted berries onto the garlands. The berries began to glow, casting a shimmering red light that lit up the entire clearing. “Behold!” Wimble cried as Chestnut stepped into the parade ring. The crowd gasped in awe—but their admiration quickly turned to confusion as the berries began to pop like fireworks. Bright sparks shot into the air, startling the other deer. One buck bolted, scattering ribbons everywhere, while a doe tripped over her own garland. “WIMBLE!” Elder Maple shouted, shaking her tiny fists. “You’ve gone too far this time!” “Too far?” Wimble said, feigning shock. “This is art!” The Escape Realizing he was about to be chased out of the festival (again), Wimble tugged on Chestnut’s reins. “Time to go, buddy!” he said. The stag snorted, clearly unimpressed, but took off at a gallop, his glowing antlers lighting their path through the forest. Behind them, Elder Maple shouted, “You’re banned from the festival for life, Wimble!” “Promises, promises!” Wimble called over his shoulder, laughing. The Aftermath Later that evening, as they rested under a golden maple tree, Wimble patted Chestnut’s side. “You’ve got to admit, we stole the show,” he said, grinning. The stag rolled his eyes but didn’t protest. “Next year,” Wimble continued, “we’ll need to go even bigger. Maybe... enchanted pumpkins? What do you think?” Chestnut let out a long, weary sigh, but Wimble took it as agreement. “Knew you’d be on board,” he said, leaning back against the tree. As the golden leaves drifted down around them, Wimble smiled to himself. Chaos, laughter, and a touch of magic—just another perfect day in the Emberwood Forest.    Bring the Magic of Autumn Home Love Wimble and Chestnut’s mischievous autumn adventure? Capture the vibrant charm and whimsy of their story with our exclusive collection of products inspired by this enchanting tale: Wood Prints: Add a rustic touch to your home decor with this beautifully vibrant scene on wood. Tapestries: Transform your walls into an autumn wonderland with this magical design. Puzzles: Enjoy piecing together the fun of Wimble and Chestnut’s whimsical adventure. Tote Bags: Carry the charm of this magical woodland ride with you wherever you go. Start your collection today and let Wimble and Chestnut bring the beauty and mischief of autumn into your life!

by Bill Tiepelman

Riding the Flamewing Through Fall

In the heart of the Emberwood Forest, where the leaves burned brighter than the sunset and the air smelled of cinnamon and mischief, there lived a gnome named Bramble Knickerbocker. Known as the “Rascal of the Redwoods,” Bramble’s favorite pastime was finding new ways to spice up the already chaotic forest. Today, however, he wasn’t working alone. He had a secret weapon—a small but fiery leaf dragon named Flamewing. “All right, Flamey,” Bramble said, adjusting his spectacles as he clambered onto the dragon’s back. “Today, we’re going to turn this forest upside down. Imagine it: squirrels scrambling, acorns flying, and me, the undisputed king of autumn pranks!” Flamewing snorted, a puff of golden sparks escaping from his nostrils. He flicked his tail, scattering a flurry of maple leaves behind him. Bramble took that as a yes. “Good lad,” he said, patting the dragon’s glowing, leaf-like scales. “Now, let’s get to work!” The Plan The first stop on Bramble’s list was the Acorn Harvest Festival, a beloved event where woodland creatures competed to see who could gather the most acorns. It was a serious affair—too serious for Bramble’s liking. “Let’s liven things up, shall we?” he said, steering Flamewing toward the clearing where the competition was in full swing. Squirrels darted between the trees, stuffing their cheeks with acorns, while badgers and foxes dragged baskets overflowing with the nutty bounty. Bramble reached into his satchel and pulled out a handful of enchanted acorns he’d “borrowed” from a particularly gullible wizard. “These babies will sprout dancing mushrooms when they hit the ground,” he explained to Flamewing. “Hilarious, right?” Before the dragon could protest, Bramble hurled the acorns into the clearing. They landed with soft thuds, and within seconds, bright orange mushrooms popped up, swaying and twirling to an invisible tune. The squirrels froze mid-chew, their eyes wide. Then the mushrooms started singing—badly. “🎵 Acorns, acorns, tasty and round, plant us here and we’ll dance on the ground! 🎵” Chaos erupted. Squirrels screeched and abandoned their hoards. A badger tripped over his basket, scattering acorns everywhere, while a fox attempted to bite one of the mushrooms, only to recoil in horror as it belted out an off-key solo. “This is gold!” Bramble cackled, holding onto Flamewing’s neck as the dragon hovered above the scene. “Let’s see the council top that for entertainment!” The Autumn Blaze The next stop was the Leaf Carving Contest, a tradition where woodland artists transformed fallen leaves into intricate works of art. Bramble had always found it a bit dull—too much concentration, not enough pandemonium. Naturally, he had a plan to fix that. Flamewing landed softly near the contest, his wings scattering a shower of glowing leaves. The contestants looked up, briefly distracted by the dragon’s radiant entrance. “Don’t mind us,” Bramble called, tipping his hat. “Just passing through!” As the carvers returned to their work, Bramble reached into his satchel again and pulled out a small vial of “Whirlwind Dust.” With a wicked grin, he uncorked the vial and tossed the contents into the air. A gust of wind whooshed through the clearing, sending leaves—and half-finished carvings—spiraling into the sky. “My masterpiece!” a hedgehog cried, leaping after a particularly elaborate oak leaf. A raccoon clung to his table, trying to shield his work from the mini tornado, while a deer watched in resigned silence as her entire collection was carried away. “This might be my best work yet,” Bramble said, watching the chaos unfold. Flamewing, however, was less impressed. He swatted Bramble with his tail, nearly knocking him off the saddle. “All right, all right,” Bramble muttered, rubbing his side. “I’ll dial it back. Happy now?” The Grand Finale The final stop on their tour of mayhem was the Emberwood Great Feast, a grand picnic where every creature brought their finest autumn delicacies. Bramble had no intention of ruining the feast—he wasn’t a monster—but he couldn’t resist adding a little flair. “Watch and learn, Flamey,” he said, pulling out a jar of “Sparkling Spice,” a harmless (but highly dramatic) seasoning that made food glow and emit tiny fireworks. He sprinkled it over the pies, soups, and roasted nuts while the feast-goers were distracted by a singing troupe of chipmunks. When the first fox took a bite of glowing pumpkin pie, his eyes widened in surprise. A burst of tiny fireworks exploded from his mouth, lighting up the table. Soon, the entire feast was a sparkling, crackling spectacle. Laughter filled the clearing as creatures sampled the enchanted dishes, delighted by the unexpected display. “Now this,” Bramble said, leaning back in the saddle, “is how you end a day of mischief.” The Aftermath As the sun set over Emberwood, Bramble and Flamewing lounged on a mossy hill, watching the golden light fade into twilight. “You’ve got to admit,” Bramble said, tossing Flamewing a candied acorn, “that was a pretty spectacular day.” The dragon crunched the acorn thoughtfully, then let out a puff of smoke that Bramble chose to interpret as approval. “See?” Bramble said, grinning. “You’re starting to appreciate my genius.” Just then, a familiar voice echoed through the forest. “BRAMBLE KNICKERBOCKER!” It was Elder Maple, head of the forest council, and she did not sound pleased. “Time to go!” Bramble said, leaping onto Flamewing’s back. The dragon took off, his fiery wings scattering leaves in every direction. As they soared into the night, Bramble couldn’t help but laugh. Mischief, magic, and a touch of chaos—what more could a gnome ask for?    Bring the Magic of Autumn Home Love Bramble and Flamewing’s mischievous autumn adventure? Bring the vibrant spirit of their tale into your home with our exclusive collection of stunning products: Tapestries: Add warmth and whimsy to your walls with this radiant autumn design. Metal Prints: Perfect for showcasing the brilliance of Bramble and Flamewing in sleek, modern style. Puzzles: Piece together the magic of this autumn escapade with a fun, family-friendly puzzle. Fleece Blankets: Cozy up this fall with a soft, vibrant blanket inspired by this enchanting scene. Start your collection today and let Bramble and Flamewing’s fiery adventure bring a touch of magic to your space!

by Bill Tiepelman

Petals, Pranks, and Tiny Adventures

In the heart of the Wildflower Woods, where the air shimmered with golden pollen and the mushrooms grew as plump as pillows, there lived a gnome named Wibble Thistlewhisker. Known as the forest’s resident troublemaker, Wibble was always up to something—usually something ridiculous. Today, however, he had surpassed himself. He’d recruited a fawn named Petal, whose dainty steps and flower-crowned antlers made her the picture of woodland elegance. Wibble, of course, had other plans. “All right, Petal,” Wibble said, adjusting his red hat and climbing onto her back. “Today, we’re going to prank the forest council and prove that mischief and flowers can coexist beautifully!” Petal blinked her enormous eyes, as if to ask, “Are you sure about this?” But Wibble was already busy tying a garland of wildflowers to her tail, giggling to himself. “Just wait until they see this masterpiece,” he said. “It’s going to be legendary!” The Plan The forest council, a stern group of rabbits, badgers, and a very grumpy owl named Hoarfrost, had gathered in their usual spot under the Great Oak. They were in the middle of their annual meeting, discussing serious matters like squirrel thefts and the mushroom tax. Wibble had overheard their plans earlier and decided it was the perfect opportunity for some “creative intervention.” “We’ll make our entrance during the ‘important announcements,’” Wibble explained to Petal as they approached the meeting. “I’ll deliver my ‘surprise speech,’ and you… you’ll dazzle them with your flower power.” Petal flicked her ears, unconvinced. “Don’t worry,” Wibble said. “I’ve got it all figured out.” The Entrance As Hoarfrost droned on about moss shortages, a burst of petals suddenly filled the clearing. The council looked up in confusion as Wibble and Petal emerged from the underbrush, her antlers crowned with roses and her tail trailing a garland of daisies. “Behold!” Wibble shouted, standing proudly on Petal’s back. “The Flower King has arrived to grace you with his wisdom!” The council stared in stunned silence. Hoarfrost narrowed his eyes. “What is the meaning of this?” he hooted. “We’re in the middle of a serious discussion!” “Serious discussions are overrated,” Wibble replied, grinning. “What this forest needs is a little whimsy! A little… excitement!” He clapped his hands, and the garland tied to Petal’s tail released a flurry of enchanted pollen into the air. Within moments, the rabbits began sneezing uncontrollably, and the badgers’ fur turned bright pink. “WIBBLE!” Hoarfrost bellowed, flapping his wings. “What have you done?!” The Chaos Petal, spooked by the sudden commotion, bolted. Wibble clung to her back as she leapt over mushrooms and wove through the trees, scattering petals and pollen in her wake. Behind them, the council scrambled to regain order. The rabbits sneezed themselves into a pile of dandelions, and the badgers chased their pink reflections in a nearby stream. Hoarfrost took to the air, feathers ruffled and furious. “This is not what I meant by ‘dazzle,’ Petal!” Wibble shouted as they galloped through the forest. Petal ignored him, too busy fleeing the chaos she’d unwittingly caused. Behind them, Hoarfrost’s voice echoed through the trees. “Come back here, you meddling menace!” The Grand Finale Eventually, Petal skidded to a stop in a meadow filled with golden sunlight. Wibble slid off her back, dizzy but exhilarated. “Well,” he said, brushing petals off his tunic, “that could’ve gone better. But did you see the look on their faces? Priceless!” Petal gave him a withering look and flicked her garland-free tail at him. “Don’t be like that,” Wibble said, grinning. “You were the star of the show! Everyone will be talking about this for weeks!” Just then, Hoarfrost swooped down, his feathers still coated in glittery pollen. “You,” he growled, pointing a talon at Wibble, “are banned from all future council meetings!” “What a tragedy,” Wibble replied with mock sincerity. “I was really looking forward to next year’s moss inventory report.” Hoarfrost glared at him for a long moment before flapping back toward the Great Oak. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” he called over his shoulder. The Aftermath As the forest slowly returned to normal, Wibble and Petal lounged in the meadow, watching butterflies flit among the flowers. “You know,” Wibble said, “we make a pretty good team. Mischief and elegance—who would’ve thought?” Petal nibbled on a patch of clover, clearly unimpressed. “Fine, fine,” Wibble said. “Next time, I’ll let you pick the prank. Deal?” Petal flicked her ear in what Wibble chose to interpret as agreement. As they made their way back to the village, Wibble couldn’t help but smile. Life in the Wildflower Woods was never dull—especially when you had a partner as stylish as Petal.    Bring the Whimsy Home Love Wibble and Petal’s mischievous adventure? Bring the charm and magic of their story into your home with our exclusive collection of whimsical products: Tapestries: Add a splash of whimsy and color to your walls with this enchanting woodland design. Canvas Prints: Perfect for showcasing the magical duo in vibrant, high-quality detail. Puzzles: Piece together the fun and beauty of Wibble and Petal’s adventure with this delightful puzzle. Stickers: Add a whimsical touch to your favorite items with adorable, high-quality stickers. Start your collection today and let Wibble and Petal bring a little mischief and magic into your life!

by Bill Tiepelman

Holiday Mischief with the Reindeer Rider

In the heart of the Snowdrop Forest, where icicles glittered like chandeliers and snowflakes fell as soft as whispers, the annual Festival of Antlers was underway. Every winter, the reindeer gathered to show off their most dazzling decorations, from gold garlands to glittering baubles. For the forest folk, it was the highlight of the season. For Burlap Tinseltoes, the gnome with a reputation for mischief, it was an irresistible opportunity. “This year,” Burlap announced, adjusting his oversized red hat dusted with snow, “I’m going to steal the spotlight—literally.” He stood in front of his trusty steed, a reindeer named Jinglehoof, who looked less than thrilled. “With your antlers and my genius, we’ll be the talk of the festival. All we need are a few... adjustments.” Jinglehoof let out a resigned snort as Burlap pulled a satchel from his sled. Inside was an assortment of ornaments, tinsel, and something ominously labeled “glow powder.” “Trust me,” Burlap said with a wink. “This is going to be spectacular.” The Decorating Disaster As the sun set, Burlap began his masterpiece. He wove strings of twinkling lights through Jinglehoof’s antlers, hung shiny red and gold ornaments at every available branch, and tied a glittery bell to the reindeer’s tail. For the grand finale, he sprinkled the glow powder over everything. “It’s enchanted,” Burlap explained as Jinglehoof shook glitter out of his fur. “When the moonlight hits it, you’ll sparkle like the Northern Lights!” The reindeer in the neighboring stalls looked on with a mix of admiration and secondhand embarrassment. “You’ll thank me later,” Burlap said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Jinglehoof now resembled a cross between a Christmas tree and a firework display. “Perfection!” Burlap declared. “Now, let’s make an entrance.” The Festival Begins The Festival of Antlers was held in a snowy clearing lit by glowing lanterns. Reindeer paraded through the crowd, their antlers adorned with ribbons, garlands, and other festive decorations. The forest folk clapped and cheered, marveling at the creativity on display. Then came Burlap and Jinglehoof. Or, more accurately, Burlap came riding in at full speed, waving like a maniac while Jinglehoof galloped reluctantly into the clearing. The reindeer’s antlers lit up like a disco ball, scattering beams of multicolored light across the snow. The crowd gasped, then burst into laughter and applause. “Ladies and gentle-creatures!” Burlap announced, standing on Jinglehoof’s back and nearly toppling off. “Behold the most dazzling display in Festival history! Feast your eyes on Jinglehoof, the Reindeer of Radiance!” The crowd roared with laughter and cheers, but not everyone was impressed. Elder Hollyhorn, the head judge of the Festival, stepped forward, her antlers dripping with icicles. “This is highly unconventional,” she sniffed, glaring at Burlap. “And... is that glitter?” “Not just glitter,” Burlap said with a grin. “Magically enhanced glitter.” He snapped his fingers, and the glow powder activated. Jinglehoof’s antlers sparkled so brightly they could be seen from the next village. The crowd “ooohed” and “aaahed” as Elder Hollyhorn squinted in disapproval. The Mishap As Burlap was basking in his triumph, a wayward squirrel, hypnotized by the glittering antlers, leapt onto Jinglehoof’s head. The reindeer reared in surprise, sending Burlap tumbling into a snowdrift. The squirrel, now clinging to the antlers, panicked and accidentally triggered the bell on Jinglehoof’s tail. The enchanted bell let out a loud, echoing chime that startled every reindeer in the clearing. Chaos erupted. Reindeer dashed in every direction, their ornaments flying off like festive shrapnel. A garland-wearing fox tried to calm the crowd but ended up tangled in a string of lights. Elder Hollyhorn was nearly trampled by a stampede of candy-cane-clad fawns. Burlap poked his head out of the snow just in time to see Jinglehoof racing toward the forest, still glowing like a meteor. “Come back!” Burlap shouted, scrambling to his feet. “We haven’t even taken our victory lap!” The Aftermath It took an hour to round up the runaway reindeer, and by the time Jinglehoof was retrieved, his decorations were askew, and Burlap was banned from entering the Festival “for the foreseeable future.” Elder Hollyhorn handed him a broom and pointed at the glitter-covered clearing. “Start sweeping,” she said sternly. Burlap sighed but couldn’t suppress a grin as he watched the crowd chatter excitedly about the night’s events. Sure, it hadn’t gone exactly as planned, but he’d succeeded in making the Festival unforgettable. “Not bad for a gnome with a bag of glitter,” he muttered, sweeping up a pile of glow powder. Jinglehoof nudged him with his nose, looking equally tired and amused. Burlap patted his glowing antlers. “Same time next year?” he asked. The reindeer snorted, which Burlap took as a yes. As he trudged home through the snow, Burlap was already scheming his next big idea. After all, the holidays weren’t about perfection—they were about fun, laughter, and just a little bit of chaos.    Bring the Holiday Magic Home Love Burlap and Jinglehoof’s festive mischief? Bring the joy and laughter of their holiday adventure into your home with our exclusive collection of whimsical products: Tapestries: Add a touch of festive charm to your walls with this magical winter scene. 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by Bill Tiepelman

Chilling Adventures with the Ice Dragon

Winter had arrived in the Enchanted North, blanketing the forest in sparkling frost and transforming even the grumpiest of gnomes into rosy-cheeked enthusiasts. Well, almost every gnome. Gusbert Frostwhisker, known locally as the “Blizzard Buffoon,” wasn’t interested in sledding, snowball fights, or sipping mulled cider by the fire. No, Gusbert had a reputation to uphold—a reputation for outrageous pranks and harebrained schemes. “This year,” Gusbert announced to no one in particular as he stood in his snow-dusted yard, “I’m going to pull off the ultimate winter trick. Something so magnificent, so ridiculous, they’ll never call me ‘Buffoon’ again!” At that moment, an enormous, crystalline shadow passed overhead. Gusbert looked up to see the Ice Dragon—a magnificent creature of glittering scales and frost-tipped wings—soaring through the pale winter sky. A wicked grin spread across his bearded face. “Perfect,” he whispered. “That dragon’s just the partner I need.” The Plan Gusbert didn’t have much in the way of charm, but he did have a knack for convincing creatures to join his schemes (usually with promises of snacks). Armed with a bag of frozen berries and his best persuasive smile, Gusbert trekked to Frostpeak Ridge, where the Ice Dragon made its lair. He found the great beast lounging on a glacier, munching on icicles. “Greetings, oh frosty one!” Gusbert began, bowing dramatically. The dragon blinked, shards of ice glinting in its brilliant blue eyes. “I come bearing a proposal! A partnership, if you will. Together, we shall unleash the greatest winter prank this forest has ever seen!” The dragon tilted its head, unimpressed. Gusbert held up the bag of berries and shook it enticingly. “There’s more where this came from,” he said. “Think about it—snowball chaos, frosted-over squirrel dens, maybe even a mid-air snowflake sculpting contest! The possibilities are endless!” The dragon snorted, sending a small flurry of snow into Gusbert’s face, but eventually extended a glittering claw. Gusbert shook it eagerly. “Excellent choice, my icy comrade. Now, let’s get to work!” The Execution Gusbert’s first target was the ever-annoying Jinglebell Foxes, who prided themselves on their perfectly synchronized caroling. Perched on the dragon’s back, Gusbert flew over their snowy den and unleashed his secret weapon: enchanted snowballs that, upon impact, made the recipient uncontrollably hiccup jingle sounds. By the time the foxes managed to regroup, their caroling sounded like a choir of malfunctioning music boxes. “Hic-jingle! Hic-jingle! Hic-jingle all the way!” one of them howled, to Gusbert’s delight. The next stop was the Winter Stag Parade, a dignified event where the local deer adorned themselves with holly and tinsel. Gusbert swooped in on the Ice Dragon and sprinkled the parade route with enchanted frost that caused the antlers to glow neon pink. The dignified stags were less than amused, but the spectators roared with laughter. “Oh, this is too good!” Gusbert cackled, steering the dragon toward their grand finale: the Gnome Elder Council’s annual snow sculpture competition. The council was infamous for taking their sculptures far too seriously, with their leader, Grimpus, once declaring a carrot nose on a snowman “an artistic abomination.” The Grand Finale Hovering over the competition, Gusbert surveyed the scene. Grimpus and his fellow elders were painstakingly crafting an elaborate ice castle. “Time to spice things up,” Gusbert said, tossing a handful of enchanted snowflakes over the sculpture. Moments later, the castle erupted into a cacophony of glitter and ice, transforming into a gigantic, frosty replica of Grimpus’ grumpy face. The crowd burst into applause, but Grimpus was less impressed. “Who dares tamper with my masterpiece?!” he bellowed, shaking his fist at the sky. Gusbert waved cheerfully as the Ice Dragon executed a graceful barrel roll, scattering more glitter over the competition. Unfortunately for Gusbert, Grimpus had a keen eye. “It’s that blasted Frostwhisker!” he roared. “Get him!” The Escape “Time to go!” Gusbert shouted, urging the dragon into a steep dive. The pair zipped through the snowy forest, pursued by an angry mob of foxes, deer, and gnomes wielding snowshoes. The Ice Dragon, however, was having the time of its life. With each powerful beat of its wings, it sent waves of glittering frost cascading over the pursuers, slowing them down just enough for Gusbert to escape. When they finally landed back at Frostpeak Ridge, Gusbert slid off the dragon’s back and collapsed into the snow, laughing uncontrollably. “Did you see their faces?” he wheezed. “Priceless!” The dragon let out a rumbling purr of agreement before curling up on its glacier. Gusbert tossed it the rest of the frozen berries as a thank-you. “You’re a true artist, my frosty friend,” he said. “Same time next year?” The dragon snorted softly, which Gusbert chose to interpret as a resounding yes. As he trudged back to his cottage, Gusbert couldn’t wait to start planning his next big prank. After all, winter was long—and the Enchanted North needed someone to keep things interesting.     Bring the Winter Magic Home Love Gusbert and the Ice Dragon's frosty mischief? Capture the magic and whimsy of their chilling adventures with our exclusive collection of stunning products: Tapestries: Add a touch of frosty charm to your walls with this enchanting design. 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by Bill Tiepelman

The Gnome and the Snail Express

The Enchanted Forest wasn’t known for its speed. Most of its residents were content to amble along mossy trails, admire glowing mushrooms, and take the occasional nap in a patch of sunlight. But none were slower—or more determined—than Gnorman the Gnome’s latest companion: an enormous snail named Whiskers. “This is it, Whiskers,” Gnorman said, adjusting his bright red hat as he perched on the snail’s glistening shell. “Our chance to make history! We’re going to win the Great Forest Derby and prove that slow and steady doesn’t just win races—it humiliates smug rabbits along the way!” Whiskers made no response, as he was preoccupied with nibbling on a particularly juicy patch of moss. Gnorman took this as a sign of agreement. “That’s the spirit!” he said, giving the snail’s shell a confident pat. “Now, let’s talk strategy.” The Great Forest Derby The Derby was an annual event, notorious for attracting all kinds of eccentric competitors. There were the squirrels, who cheated by launching themselves from tree to tree. There was a team of field mice with a cart pulled by a very confused hedgehog. And, of course, there was Gnorman’s arch-nemesis, Thistle the Hare, whose cocky grin and perfect teeth made Gnorman’s beard bristle with irritation. “What’s that, Gnorman?” Thistle called as he hopped over. “Trading in your boots for a snail? I’d tell you to try and keep up, but… well, we both know that’s not happening.” “Laugh it up, carrot-breath,” Gnorman snapped. “This snail is a precision-engineered racing machine. We’re going to wipe the mossy floor with you!” Thistle snorted. “I’ll save you a spot at the finish line—about three hours after I get there.” With that, the hare bounded away, leaving Gnorman seething. “Don’t listen to him, Whiskers,” he muttered. “We’ve got this in the bag. Probably.” The Race Begins The starting line was a chaotic mess of creatures, all jostling for position. Gnorman tightened his grip on the reins he’d fashioned out of vine and gave Whiskers an encouraging nod. “All right, buddy. Nice and steady. Let’s show these amateurs how it’s done.” The whistle blew, and the racers exploded into motion—or, in Whiskers’ case, a leisurely slide forward. Squirrels darted ahead. Mice squeaked commands to their hedgehog. Thistle the Hare was already a blur in the distance. Gnorman, however, remained calm. “Patience, Whiskers,” he said. “Let them tire themselves out. We’ll make our move when it counts.” By the time they reached the first checkpoint, Whiskers had managed to overtake a tortoise (who had paused for a snack) and a beetle (whose enthusiasm had been derailed by an ill-timed nap). Gnorman was feeling smug—until he noticed a familiar figure lounging on a rock up ahead. “What took you so long?” Thistle called, tossing a carrot in the air and catching it in his mouth. “Did you stop for sightseeing? Oh wait—you’re riding a snail. That’s sightseeing.” “Keep laughing, fuzzball,” Gnorman muttered under his breath. “You won’t be so smug when Whiskers and I pull off the upset of the century.” The Prank At the halfway point, Gnorman decided it was time for a little mischief. Reaching into his satchel, he pulled out a pouch of pixie dust he’d “borrowed” from a friendly sprite. “This ought to spice things up,” he said, sprinkling the glittering powder along Whiskers’ trail. Moments later, chaos erupted. The hedgehog pulling the mice’s cart sneezed violently, sending the cart careening off the trail. A flock of sparrows, mesmerized by the sparkling dust, began dive-bombing Thistle, who flailed wildly in an attempt to fend them off. “What the—?!” Thistle shouted as a particularly bold sparrow made off with his carrot. “Who’s responsible for this madness?!” Gnorman tried to look innocent, though his uncontrollable giggling didn’t help. “Just a bit of friendly competition!” he called out, clutching Whiskers’ reins as the snail glided serenely past the chaos. “You’re welcome!” The Final Stretch By the time they reached the final leg of the race, Thistle had recovered and was closing in fast. Gnorman could see the finish line up ahead, but Whiskers was beginning to slow down. “Come on, buddy,” he urged. “Just a little farther! Think of the glory! Think of the… uh… extra moss I’ll bring you if we win!” Whiskers perked up at the mention of moss and surged forward with surprising speed. Gnorman whooped as they crossed the finish line just ahead of Thistle, who skidded to a halt in disbelief. “What?! No!” the hare yelled. “That’s impossible! You cheated!” “Cheating?” Gnorman said, feigning outrage. “That’s a serious accusation, Thistle. I’ll have you know this victory was entirely due to Whiskers’ superior athleticism and my expert coaching.” The crowd erupted in applause and laughter as Gnorman accepted his prize: a golden acorn trophy and a year’s worth of bragging rights. “Slow and steady wins the race,” he said with a wink, holding the trophy aloft. “And never underestimate a gnome with a good sense of humor—and a big bag of pixie dust.” Whiskers, now happily munching on a fresh patch of moss, seemed entirely uninterested in the glory. But Gnorman didn’t mind. He had a trophy, a story for the ages, and the satisfaction of wiping the smug grin off Thistle’s face. Life in the Enchanted Forest didn’t get much better than that.     Bring the Whimsy Home Love Gnorman and Whiskers’ hilarious journey? Bring their delightful adventure into your home with these magical products, inspired by the whimsical world of the Enchanted Forest: Tapestries: Add a touch of fantasy to your walls with this vibrant and enchanting design. Canvas Prints: Perfect for bringing Gnorman and Whiskers’ adventure to life in your favorite space. Puzzles: Piece together the fun with a playful and charming puzzle featuring this whimsical duo. Tote Bags: Take the magic on the go with a stylish tote bag perfect for daily adventures. Start your collection today and let Gnorman and Whiskers bring a bit of mischief and magic to your life!

by Bill Tiepelman

Streamside Shenanigans with the Gnome and Frog

Deep in the heart of the Goldenwood Forest, where the mushrooms glowed like lanterns and butterflies flitted with wings dusted in starlight, a gnome named Gimble Tinklestump was busy planning his next great prank. Known far and wide among the forest folk as the “Giggling Menace,” Gimble had a reputation for creating chaos—and today, his target was none other than Old Tadwick, the grumpiest toad this side of the babbling brook. Perched atop his trusty steed—a massive, lime-green frog named Blep—Gimble adjusted his red hat and grinned. “All right, Blep,” he said, patting the frog’s broad, slippery head. “Let’s give Tadwick something to croak about!” Blep let out a deep, resonant “RIBBIT” and leapt forward, bounding through the forest with the grace of a wet potato. Gimble, clutching the frog’s reins, laughed maniacally as they approached the stream where Old Tadwick held court. The toad, infamous for his booming voice and no-nonsense attitude, was sunbathing on a mossy rock, his warty face set in a permanent scowl. The Setup Gimble and Blep stopped a few paces away, hiding behind a clump of oversized mushrooms. “All right, here’s the plan,” Gimble whispered, leaning down to Blep. “We’re going to convince Tadwick that the forest council voted to make me the new ‘Stream Keeper.’ He’ll lose his warts when he hears that!” Blep blinked slowly, which Gimble interpreted as enthusiastic agreement. Pulling a makeshift “crown” out of his satchel (it was actually a very battered teacup), Gimble hopped off Blep’s back and placed it on his head at a jaunty angle. He then stepped into the clearing with an exaggerated bow. “Greetings, Tadwick the Mighty!” he called out, his voice dripping with mock reverence. Tadwick cracked one beady eye open. “What do you want, Tinklestump?” he growled. “And why are you wearing a teacup?” “Ah, I see you’ve noticed my regal headwear!” Gimble said, puffing out his chest. “I come bearing important news, old friend. The council has decided that I, Gimble Tinklestump, shall be the new Stream Keeper!” Tadwick snorted. “The Stream Keeper? You? Don’t make me laugh.” “It’s true!” Gimble insisted. “As Stream Keeper, it’s my duty to enforce all forest laws. And, uh…” He quickly improvised, “To collect taxes. Yes, taxes! Starting with you, Tadwick.” The Prank Unfolds Tadwick’s eyes narrowed. “Taxes? What nonsense are you spouting now?” “Oh, it’s not nonsense,” Gimble said, trying to keep a straight face. “Blep, bring forth the ‘Official Tax Ledger.’” From behind the mushrooms, Blep hopped into view carrying a large leaf in his mouth. Gimble had scrawled a series of illegible scribbles on it in berry juice, which he now brandished triumphantly. “Behold! The taxes you owe are listed right here. Let’s see… Ah yes, one dozen crickets, three dragonfly wings, and a bottle of swamp juice.” Tadwick sat up straighter, his warty brow furrowing. “This is absurd! I don’t owe you anything!” “Defiance of the Stream Keeper is a serious offense,” Gimble said gravely. “I could have you banished to the Mud Flats!” At this, Blep let out an enormous croak, which Gimble had trained him to do on cue. The sound was so loud it made the nearby butterflies scatter in panic. Tadwick flinched but quickly regained his composure. “You’re bluffing,” he said. “You’re always bluffing, Tinklestump.” “Am I?” Gimble asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned to Blep and said, “Plan B.” Without hesitation, Blep lunged forward, snatched Tadwick’s mossy rock with his sticky tongue, and yanked it into the stream. The sudden splash sent water cascading over Tadwick, drenching him from head to toe. “MY ROCK!” Tadwick bellowed, flailing in the shallow water. “You little pest! Give it back!” “Stream Keeper rules, I’m afraid!” Gimble called out, doubling over with laughter. “All rocks are property of the council now!” The Great Escape Realizing that an enraged Tadwick was now charging toward them, Gimble scrambled back onto Blep’s back. “Time to go!” he shouted, and Blep launched into the air with a mighty leap, clearing the stream in one bound. Tadwick skidded to a halt at the water’s edge, shaking his fist. “You’ll pay for this, Tinklestump!” the toad roared. “Just you wait!” “Add it to my tab!” Gimble yelled over his shoulder, tears of laughter streaming down his face. “And don’t forget to pay your taxes!” As Blep carried him deeper into the forest, Gimble couldn’t stop chuckling. Sure, Tadwick would probably try to retaliate in some hilariously ineffective way, but that was half the fun. For Gimble, life was all about finding the next laugh—and with Blep by his side, the possibilities were endless. “Good work today, Blep,” he said, patting the frog’s head. “Tomorrow, we prank the squirrels.” Blep croaked in agreement, and together, they disappeared into the glowing depths of the Goldenwood, leaving behind a very wet and very grumpy toad.    Bring the Whimsy Home Enjoyed Gimble and Blep's mischievous adventure? Let their antics brighten up your day with stunning products that showcase their hilarious escapade. Check out these magical options: Tapestries: Add a whimsical touch to your walls with this vibrant design. Puzzles: Piece together the laughter with a puzzle that captures the scene's playful spirit. Framed Prints: Perfect for framing Gimble and Blep’s hilarious adventure in your favorite space. Tote Bags: Take the fun wherever you go with a stylish and practical tote. 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by Bill Tiepelman

Gnome in Chrome at Twilight

Meet Grimble “Greasefinger” McThorn—a gnome with a taste for chrome, a heart for mischief, and an unbreakable loyalty to the open road. Grimble wasn’t your typical lawn gnome, no sir. While others spent their days smiling politely at passing squirrels, Grimble had a bigger agenda: causing mayhem across the highways and deserts of Gnomeland. With his black helmet, leather vest, and trademark smirk, he was ready to take on the world—or at least prank it to pieces. The Legend of The Twilight Ride The story begins one fateful evening when Grimble heard tales of an enchanted bar known as "The Toad's Last Sip." This was no ordinary watering hole; it was a place where gnomes went for drinks so strong they’d leave you thinking you could ride a unicorn bareback through a thunderstorm. But more importantly, it was rumored that on this particular night, the bar was hosting the “Twilight Rider’s Challenge,” a legendary bike rally where pranks weren’t just welcomed—they were expected. Grimble’s eyes sparkled under his helmet. “A place where chaos is encouraged? Well, don’t mind if I do!” he chuckled, revving up his chopper, Rusty Thunder, a bike with more chrome than good sense and a growl loud enough to make a cactus shiver. Prank Stop #1: The Cactus Cafe About halfway to the Toad's Last Sip, Grimble came across a small roadside café called the Cactus Cafe. A group of gnomes were sipping espresso and nibbling on tiny biscotti, looking way too calm for Grimble’s liking. He smirked and pulled over, deciding it was high time to “liven” things up. Grimble sauntered in, eyes gleaming with mischief, and ordered a cup of coffee. As the barista turned his back, Grimble casually reached into his vest pocket, pulled out a handful of jumping beans, and dumped them into the sugar jar. Within seconds, pandemonium erupted. Sugar containers hopped off tables, biscotti bounced out of hands, and bewildered gnomes tried (and failed) to catch their rogue coffee additions. Grimble took a slow, satisfied sip of his coffee, watching the chaos unfold with a grin. “Sweetener's got a real kick, huh?” he remarked to a flustered barista before casually strolling out, leaving the café in a state of hopping madness. Prank Stop #2: The Law Gets a Surprise Back on the road, Grimble spotted a familiar figure in his rearview mirror: Officer Bigfoot, the grumpiest gnome cop on the Gnomeland highway. Officer Bigfoot had been trying to catch Grimble in the act for years but had yet to succeed. And today, Grimble was feeling especially cheeky. With a smirk, Grimble reached into his bag and pulled out a small vial labeled "Mystic Smokescreen." He slowed down just enough for Officer Bigfoot to catch up, then cracked open the vial and tossed it behind him. Instantly, a cloud of sparkling purple smoke erupted from his bike, enveloping the road and obscuring everything in a dazzling haze. Officer Bigfoot, blinded by the swirling sparkles, veered off the road, right into a patch of prickly cacti. Grimble chuckled as he heard a faint shout of "MCTHORN!" from somewhere in the purple cloud. He sped up, whistling a merry tune. Another prank, another triumph. The Toad’s Last Sip: Where Pranks Are Made Legend Finally, Grimble arrived at The Toad’s Last Sip, where gnomes from all over had gathered to take part in the Twilight Rider’s Challenge. The bar was a raucous scene, filled with laughter, music, and the smell of questionable mushroom stew. Grimble strode in with a swagger, ready to make his mark. The first prank of the night? A little surprise for the bartenders. Grimble slipped behind the counter and switched out the normal bar snacks for his special “Flame Popcorn,” seasoned with gnome chili powder. Within minutes, unsuspecting patrons were dashing to the bar for water, faces red and eyes wide with shock. “What’s the matter?” Grimble asked with a grin. “Too hot to handle?” He tipped his helmet at the bartender, who was laughing too hard to care. One Last Ride As midnight approached, Grimble decided it was time for his grand finale. He’d heard whispers about the “Ancient Troll’s Tankard”—a massive stein that was said to bestow legendary strength on any gnome who dared to drink from it. Naturally, Grimble saw it as an opportunity to have a little fun. With a wink to the crowd, he climbed atop the bar, raised the tankard high, and poured the entire thing over himself, letting the mystical brew drench his helmet and jacket. For a moment, the crowd was silent, watching in awe. Then, with a bellow, Grimble flexed his tiny arms and roared, “I AM THE MIGHTIEST GNOME ALIVE!” The crowd erupted in laughter and applause as he flexed his “muscles” and struck ridiculous poses. Just as he was about to take his bow, he heard a familiar shout from the doorway. “GRIMBLE MCTHORN!” It was Officer Bigfoot, covered in cactus needles and looking madder than a troll with a stubbed toe. Grimble grinned, tossed the tankard to the bartender, and yelled, “Sorry, Officer! Looks like the road’s calling!” He hopped onto Rusty Thunder, revved the engine, and tore out of the bar, leaving a trail of laughter, cheers, and one very furious cop in his wake. The Legend Lives On As Grimble sped off into the sunrise, the patrons of The Toad’s Last Sip raised their glasses in a toast to the most mischievous gnome on the road. And thus, the legend of Grimble “Greasefinger” McThorn grew—a tale of pranks, rebellion, and a gnome’s unquenchable thirst for chaos. The End (Or perhaps, just the beginning of another ride)    Bring Grimble’s Mischievous Spirit Home If you love Grimble “Greasefinger” McThorn’s wild, prank-filled journey, bring a piece of his rebellious spirit to your space! 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