magical forest creatures

by Bill Tiepelman

Hedgehog Enchantment in Bloom

In the heart of the deepest, most secret part of the forest, where sunlight only tickles the ground at the best of times, there lived a hedgehog named Bramble. Bramble was a shy little fellow with a nose that always twitched like it had a mind of its own and quills that were usually rumpled from his habit of napping in odd places. For the most part, Bramble led a humble life. His main concerns were avoiding overly affectionate squirrels and deciding which leaf pile would make the coziest bed for his next nap. But one fine morning, Bramble awoke to find his world rather... different. Now, “different” is a word that hedgehogs aren’t particularly fond of. “Different” could mean anything from an unexpected rainstorm to a fox with a taste for snacks. But when Bramble opened his eyes, he wasn’t met with a rainstorm or a fox. Instead, he was greeted by a pair of butterfly wings sprouting from his back in a glorious display of color. Teal, pink, gold, and violet—they shimmered and glowed, catching the sunlight in a way that made Bramble blink and squint. “Well, this is… odd,” he muttered to himself, twisting around to look at his new additions. To his utter bewilderment, the wings moved when he thought about moving them. A little flap here, a little flutter there. He tried a few tentative flaps, hovering about a millimeter off the ground before landing in an awkward heap. Nearby, a family of snails watched him with the kind of judgment only snails can convey. “What’re you looking at?” Bramble muttered, straightening himself out and standing a little taller. The Advice of the Wise Old Oak After an hour or so of practice, Bramble decided he needed advice. He trotted to the base of the Wise Old Oak, who was known to give excellent (if somewhat cryptic) advice on all sorts of unusual topics. “Oh, Wise Oak!” Bramble called, looking up at the sprawling branches. “I seem to have… um… acquired wings.” The Wise Old Oak rumbled a low laugh. “Wings? Well, that’s a rare sight for a hedgehog! Most of your kind is content with four feet and a prickly coat. Tell me, what is it you desire, young Bramble?” Bramble thought hard. “I… I think I’d like to be a fairy,” he said finally, feeling a bit silly. The Wise Old Oak’s bark creaked as it considered. “A fairy, you say? It’ll take more than wings, Bramble. You’ll need to learn the ways of the fairy folk: how to twirl in the moonlight, dance in mushroom rings, and, of course, grant wishes.” “Grant wishes?” Bramble asked, intrigued. “Like a… a magic hedgehog?” “Exactly,” the Wise Oak replied with a wink. “The next creature you encounter, grant their heart’s desire. That’s how you’ll start.” The Trials of a New Fairy With a flutter and a slight wobble, Bramble made his way down the forest path, eager to try his hand (or paw) at wish-granting. Before long, he encountered a rather scruffy rabbit who looked as if he’d seen better days. The rabbit was chewing on a withered piece of lettuce and looking thoroughly miserable. “Good day, Mr. Rabbit!” Bramble chirped, trying to look as official as he imagined a fairy would. “I’m Bramble, the forest’s first hedgehog fairy. Would you like a wish?” The rabbit looked him up and down, pausing his chewing. “A wish, eh? Alright, I’ll bite. I wish… for a mountain of the freshest, crispest lettuce in the land.” Bramble concentrated hard. He squeezed his eyes shut, his wings buzzing as he focused on granting the wish. When he opened his eyes, he was somewhat disappointed to see that the rabbit was still nibbling the same sad, wilted lettuce. “Hmm,” Bramble said, scratching his head. “Maybe it needs some… extra flair.” He wiggled his wings harder, did a little spin, and said in his best fairy voice, “Abracadabra!” Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and right before the rabbit’s amazed eyes, a massive pile of lettuce appeared, green and crisp and smelling faintly of morning dew. “That’s… that’s actually amazing,” the rabbit whispered, eyes wide. “Enjoy!” Bramble said, feeling rather pleased with himself. He took to the air again, feeling as though he’d gotten the hang of this fairy business. A Fateful Encounter with the Forest Fox As he flew along, Bramble was feeling quite unstoppable—that is, until he nearly collided with the forest fox, who was lounging under a tree with a smirk. “Well, well,” the fox said, eyeing Bramble. “A flying hedgehog? And a fairy at that. What’s next, a squirrel with a doctorate?” Bramble puffed up his chest, ignoring the sarcasm. “Care for a wish, Mr. Fox?” The fox laughed. “A wish? Oh, I’ll take one, alright. I wish for… hmm… eternal cunning.” Bramble, caught up in his newfound confidence, started to flap his wings and chant his fairy incantation again, but then paused. “Wait. Isn’t eternal cunning… just being a fox?” The fox blinked, looking a bit nonplussed. “Well… yes. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want more of it.” “I don’t think it works like that,” Bramble said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “You might have to settle for being the second-most cunning creature, after the hedgehog fairy.” The fox snorted and trotted away, muttering something about “rookie fairies.” The Dance of the Forest Fairies As the sun dipped below the horizon, Bramble’s wings began to glow softly in the twilight. Other creatures of the forest gathered to watch as he twirled and fluttered, performing his first official “fairy dance” in a small ring of mushrooms that glowed faintly beneath his feet. The squirrels applauded. The snails, still skeptical, gave slow nods of approval. Even the fox watched from the shadows, pretending not to care. And there, under the watchful gaze of the Wise Old Oak, Bramble the hedgehog realized that he’d found his true calling—not just as a fairy, but as a little piece of magic that brought laughter and wonder to the forest, one wish at a time. As he settled down to sleep, his wings folded delicately over his back, Bramble sighed happily, dreaming of all the adventures yet to come in his new life as the forest’s only hedgehog fairy.     Bring the Magic Home If you’ve fallen in love with Bramble and his whimsical forest adventures, you can bring a piece of his magic into your own life with these delightful products from our collection: Tapestry: Transform your space with a stunning tapestry of Bramble’s enchanting world, perfect for any room that needs a touch of whimsy. Wood Print: Add rustic charm to your decor with a wood print that captures every detail of Bramble’s colorful wings and forest surroundings. Puzzle: Enjoy hours of fun assembling Bramble’s magical portrait with a puzzle that’s as delightful to build as it is to display. Tote Bag: Carry a little piece of Bramble’s enchantment with you wherever you go with a charming tote bag, perfect for all your everyday adventures. Each piece brings Bramble’s spirit and magic into your home, a reminder that a little bit of whimsy can make any day brighter. Explore the full collection and find the perfect way to celebrate the magic of the forest’s most beloved fairy hedgehog.

by Bill Tiepelman

Splashing in Magic Waters

Deep in the heart of the enchanted autumn woods, where the leaves were ablaze in shades of red and gold, there lived a gnome named Gribble. Now, Gribble wasn’t your average, everyday garden-variety gnome. No, no. He was as mischievous as they came, with a snicker that could make the trees blush and a wit sharper than the blade he never actually used. Let’s be honest, Gribble was more about fun than work. And then there was Sprout. Ah, Sprout—his pint-sized dragon companion. Sprout was... well, "adorably chaotic" is a good way to put it. With wings too big for his body and a tendency to hiccup smoke rings, he was like a flying toddler with an attitude. Together, they were a walking (or flying) disaster, but in the most entertaining way possible. One crisp autumn afternoon, Gribble and Sprout were on a stroll through the forest, not looking for trouble (which meant trouble was definitely going to find them). They came upon a stream, the water clear and cold, reflecting the fiery canopy of leaves above. Gribble, always up for a bit of nonsense, decided this was the perfect time for a break from ‘important gnome business.’ And by that, he meant absolutely nothing productive. The Plan (or Lack Thereof) "Alright, Sprout," Gribble said, rubbing his hands together, eyes gleaming with glee. "Time for a bath!" Now, dragons don’t traditionally love water, but Sprout, with his unpredictable baby brain, decided today was the day he’d be an exception. With a high-pitched squeal that sounded like a kettle about to blow, he launched himself into the stream, flapping his tiny wings and spraying water everywhere. And by everywhere, I mean all over Gribble’s face. "Ah! You soggy little lizard!" Gribble sputtered, wiping his beard, which now looked more like a soaked mop than the dignified tangle it usually was. "I said you take a bath, not me!" Sprout, of course, was far too busy splashing and blowing little fire-bubbles to listen. Every few seconds, the dragon would hiccup, sending out a spark of flame that turned into harmless bubbles in the cool air. A bubble popped on Gribble’s nose, and he couldn’t help but snort in amusement. The little pest was too cute to stay mad at for long. The Splash War Begins "Alright, Sprout," Gribble said with a wicked grin, rolling up his sleeves. "If it’s a splash war you want, it’s a splash war you’ll get!" He leapt into the stream with all the grace of a rock tied to an anvil. Water exploded in all directions as the gnome belly-flopped into the shallow creek, sending waves cascading over the unsuspecting Sprout, who immediately retaliated with a gust of wing-flapping and shrill giggles. Gnomes weren’t exactly known for their swimming abilities, but Gribble didn’t care. He was having the time of his life. And so it went, back and forth, with Gribble laughing like a madman and Sprout trying his best to drown him in two inches of water. To any casual observer, it looked like a full-blown riot had broken out between a miniature dragon and an overgrown garden ornament. And to be fair, that’s not too far off the mark. "You call that a splash?" Gribble bellowed, swiping a wave toward Sprout, who ducked and responded with an expertly timed tail-flick that sent water straight into Gribble’s open mouth. "Gah! You slimy little..." Gribble sputtered again, but his laughter was louder than his complaints. He could’ve sworn Sprout was actually smirking at him. Cheeky lizard. Serenity, Interrupted As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm orange glow over the forest, Gribble and Sprout finally collapsed onto the shore, soaked and exhausted. The forest around them had returned to its usual serene self, the birds singing sweetly, the leaves rustling softly in the breeze. It was almost... peaceful. Until Sprout hiccupped again. This time, instead of bubbles, a tiny jet of flame shot out, catching Gribble’s boot on fire. "Well, that’s just perfect," Gribble groaned, staring at the tiny flame that had decided to settle on his foot. He lazily dipped it into the stream to put it out. "Thanks, Sprout. Really. Just what I needed." Sprout gave an apologetic chirp and then, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, splashed Gribble one last time. The gnome sighed dramatically, raising his eyes to the sky. "I don’t know why I keep you around," Gribble muttered. "But then again, who else would set my foot on fire just to get a laugh?" With a huff of mock indignation, Gribble stood up, his clothes still dripping. He looked down at the soaking wet dragon, who was now curled up in the shallows, tail flicking contentedly in the water. Gribble couldn't help but grin. For all their chaos, he wouldn’t have it any other way. "Alright, come on then, you soggy salamander," Gribble said with a smirk, offering Sprout his hand. "Let’s go find something else to ruin." And off they went, leaving a trail of wet footprints and charred leaves behind them, two mischievous companions bound to wreak havoc on whatever unsuspecting corner of the forest they found next. Because in the life of a gnome and his dragon, there's no such thing as a dull moment.     If you’ve fallen in love with Gribble and Sprout’s chaotic adventures, you can bring a piece of their whimsical world into your own! Prints, products, downloads, and licensing options for this delightful image are available in the My Gnomies Archive. Whether you’re looking for a splash of magic for your walls or unique gifts that capture the joy of these mischievous companions, explore the collection today!

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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