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Frog Rodeo: Gnome Style

por Bill Tiepelman

Frog Rodeo: Gnome Style

In the heart of the Enchanted Forest, where mushrooms glowed like tiny disco balls and the rivers gurgled with laughter, a gnome named Blimble Puddleflap was preparing for his greatest—and most ridiculous—feat yet: a frog rodeo. Blimble wasn’t known for his practicality or restraint. No, his reputation was built on an endless string of outrageous stunts and pranks that left the forest’s inhabitants either chuckling or plotting revenge. Today’s prank, however, was destined to become legendary. The Plan It all started in the Giggling Lily Tavern the night before, when Blimble overheard a particularly smug chipmunk boasting about his "record-setting" acorn collection. "I could ride a frog across the stream and still gather more acorns than you!" the chipmunk had declared. Blimble, fueled by three mushroom ales and an overabundance of confidence, had leapt onto the table and shouted, "Ride a frog? I’ll ride one so fast it’ll look like a green lightning bolt streaking through the forest!" By morning, the entire forest had heard about Blimble’s bold claim. To back out now would be social suicide. Fortunately, Blimble had a plan. Unfortunately, it was a terrible one. "All right, Ribsy," Blimble said, addressing the enormous, lime-green frog he’d “borrowed” from a lily pad in Tadpole Cove. Ribsy, whose idea of excitement involved sitting very still and occasionally catching a bug, was less than thrilled about the arrangement. “We’re going to make history!” Blimble continued, oblivious to Ribsy’s expression of froggy dread. “I’ll ride you like the wind, and you’ll become the fastest frog this forest has ever seen!” The Ride Begins The clearing by the stream was packed with forest creatures, all eager to witness Blimble’s latest shenanigan. Rabbits, squirrels, and even a few skeptical hedgehogs gathered at the water’s edge. The chipmunk from the tavern was front and center, munching on an acorn and smirking. "This should be good," he muttered. “Ladies and gentle-creatures!” Blimble announced, standing on Ribsy’s back like a pint-sized circus performer. “Prepare to witness the grandest, most daring frog rodeo in history!” Before anyone could respond, Ribsy let out a startled croak as Blimble tugged on the makeshift reins (woven from spider silk, because of course). The frog launched forward with a panicked leap, sending a spray of water across the cheering crowd. “Yeehaw!” Blimble hollered, throwing his arms in the air. “Look at us go, Ribsy! We’re unstoppable!” “Ribbit,” Ribsy croaked, which roughly translated to, “Please let this nightmare end.” The Chaos Unfolds As Ribsy bounded toward the stream, Blimble’s showmanship quickly devolved into chaos. A miscalculated leap sent them careening into a patch of glowing mushrooms, which exploded into a cloud of glittery spores. The crowd erupted in laughter as Blimble emerged from the sparkling haze, clinging to Ribsy’s back with one hand and waving a tiny cowboy hat with the other. “Still going strong!” Blimble shouted, though his grip was slipping and Ribsy looked ready to file a restraining order. Things took a turn for the worse when a dragonfly, apparently offended by the disturbance, decided to join the fray. It swooped down and began dive-bombing Blimble, who swatted at it wildly. “Back off, you oversized mosquito!” he yelled, inadvertently letting go of the reins. Now completely out of control, Ribsy veered toward the stream and leapt with all the grace of a cannonball. They landed in the water with a colossal splash, soaking the front row of spectators and dislodging a nearby family of ducks. Blimble resurfaced moments later, sputtering and still clinging to Ribsy, whose expression now read as “utter resignation.” The Aftermath By the time Ribsy paddled to the far side of the stream, the crowd was in stitches. Even the smug chipmunk was laughing so hard he dropped his acorn. Blimble, dripping wet and covered in glittery mushroom spores, climbed off Ribsy and took a dramatic bow. “Thank you, thank you!” he said, ignoring the fact that Ribsy was already hopping away as fast as his froggy legs could carry him. “And that, my friends, is how you ride a frog like a champion!” The chipmunk approached, still chuckling. “I’ll admit, Puddleflap, that was…impressive. Ridiculous, but impressive.” Blimble grinned. “Ridiculous is my middle name! Well, technically it’s ‘Ezekiel,’ but you get the idea.” The crowd dispersed, still laughing and chattering about the spectacle. Blimble, now alone by the stream, looked around for Ribsy, only to realize the frog had vanished. “Eh, can’t blame him,” Blimble said with a shrug. “I’d probably hop away too.” As he wrung out his hat and started the soggy walk back to his mushroom cottage, Blimble couldn’t help but smile. Sure, he was wet, exhausted, and slightly traumatized by the dragonfly, but he’d done it. He’d turned a ridiculous boast into an even more ridiculous reality—and had the glittery mushroom spores to prove it. “Next time,” he muttered to himself, “I’m riding a squirrel.”    Bring the Fun Home Love the hilarity of Blimble and Ribsy’s wild ride? Bring their whimsical adventure into your life with our exclusive collection of high-quality products featuring this unforgettable scene: Tapestries: Transform your space with the vibrant energy of this whimsical artwork. Wood Prints: Add a rustic touch to your decor while showcasing Blimble’s froggy antics. Puzzles: Relive the fun piece by piece with a challenging and delightful puzzle. Greeting Cards: Share a laugh with friends and family with these charming cards. Start your collection today and let Blimble and Ribsy bring a splash of humor and magic to your life!

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Streamside Shenanigans with the Gnome and Frog

por 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. Choose your favorite and let Gimble and Blep’s shenanigans become a part of your daily adventures!

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