quirky gnome

por Bill Tiepelman

Tongues and Talons

Of Eggs, Egos, and Explosions Burlap Tinklestump never planned to be a father. He could barely manage adult gnomehood, what with the ale debts, magical gardening fines, and one unresolved beef with the local frog choir. But destiny—or more precisely, a slightly intoxicated hedgehog named Fergus—had other ideas. It began, as these things often do, with a dare. “Lick it,” Fergus slurred, pointing at a cracked, iridescent egg nestled in the roots of a fireberry tree. “Betcha won’t.” “Bet I will,” Burlap shot back, without even asking what species it belonged to. He’d just finished chugging a fermented root beer so strong it could strip bark. His judgment was, generously, compromised. And so, with a tongue that had already survived three chili-eating contests and one unfortunate bee spell, Burlap gave the egg a full, slobbery swipe. It cracked. It hissed. It combusted. Out hatched a baby dragon—tiny, green, and already pissed off. The newborn let out a screech like a kettle having an existential crisis, flared its wings, and promptly bit Burlap on the nose. Sparks flew. Burlap screamed. Fergus passed out in a daffodil patch. “Well,” Burlap wheezed, prying the tiny jaws off his face, “guess that’s parenting now.” He named the dragon Singe, partly for the way it charred everything it sneezed on, and partly because it had already reduced his favorite pants to ashes. Singe, for his part, adopted Burlap in that aloof, vaguely threatening way that only dragons and cats truly master. He rode around on the gnome’s shoulder, hissed at authority figures, and developed a taste for roasted insects and sarcasm. Within weeks, the two became inseparable—and entirely insufferable. Together they perfected the art of mischief in the Dinglethorn Wilds: lacing faerie tea with fireball elixirs, redirecting squirrel migration routes with enchanted nut decoys, and once swapping the Wishing Pond’s coins with shiny goblin poker chips. The forest folk tried to reason with them. That failed. They tried to bribe them with mushroom pies. That almost worked. But it wasn’t until Burlap used Singe to light a ceremonial elvish tapestry—during a wedding, no less—that real consequences came knocking. The Elvish Postal Authority, a guild feared even by trolls, issued a notice of severe misconduct, public disruption, and ‘unauthorized flame-based object alteration’. It arrived via flaming pigeon. “We have to go underground,” Burlap declared. “Or up. Higher ground. Strategic advantage. Less paperwork.” And that’s when he discovered the Mushroom. It was colossal—an ancient, towering toadstool rumored to be sentient and mildly perverted. Burlap moved in immediately. He carved a spiral staircase up the stalk, installed a hammock made of recycled spider silk, and nailed a crooked sign to the cap: The High Fungus Consulate – Diplomatic Immunity & Spores for All. “We live here now,” he told Singe, who replied by incinerating a squirrel who’d asked for rent. The gnome nodded in approval. “Good. They’ll respect us.” Respect, as it turned out, was not the first reaction. The Forest Council called an emergency tribunal. Queen Glimmer sent an ambassador. The owlfolk drafted sanctions. And the elvish inspector returned—this time with a flamethrower of his own and a 67-count indictment scroll. Burlap, wearing a ceremonial robe made of moss and buttons, greeted him with a manic grin. “Tell your queen I demand recognition. Also, I licked the tax form. It’s legally mine now.” The inspector opened his mouth to reply—just as Singe sneezed a fireball the size of a cantaloupe into his boots. Chaos had only just begun. Fire, Fungi, and the Fall of Forest Law Three days after the incident with the flaming boots, Burlap and Singe stood trial in the Grand Glade Tribunal—an ancient patch of sacred forest converted into a courthouse by some very judgmental birches. The crowd was massive. Pixies with protest signs, dryads holding petitions, a group of anarchist hedgehogs chanting “NO SHROOM WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!” and at least one confused centaur who thought this was an herbalist expo. Burlap, in a robe made from stitched-together leaves and sandwich wrappers, sat perched atop a velvet mushroom throne he'd smuggled in from his “consulate.” Singe, now the size of a medium turkey and infinitely more combustible, sat curled on the gnome’s lap with a smug expression that only a creature born of fire and entitlement could maintain. Queen Glimmer presided. Her silver wings fluttered with restrained fury as she read the charges: “Unlawful dragon domestication. Unauthorized toadstool expansion. Misuse of enchanted flatulence. And one count of insulting a tree priest with interpretive dance.” “That last one was art,” Burlap muttered. “You can’t charge for expression.” “You danced on his altar while yelling ‘SPORE THIS!’” “He started it.” As the trial went on, things unraveled fast. The badger militia presented charred evidence, including half a mailbox and a wedding veil. Burlap called a raccoon named Dave as a character witness, who mostly tried to steal the bailiff’s pocket watch. Singe testified in the form of smoke puffs and mild arson. And then, as tensions peaked, Burlap unveiled his trump card: a magically binding diplomatic document written in ancient fungal script. “Behold!” he shouted, slapping the scroll onto the stump of testimony. “The Spores of Sanctuary Accord! Signed by the Fungus King himself—may his gills ever flourish.” Everyone gasped. Mostly because it smelled awful. Queen Glimmer read it carefully. “This... this is a menu from a questionable mushroom bar in the Marshes of Meh.” “Still binding,” Burlap replied. “It’s laminated.” In the chaos that followed—wherein a squirrel delegate threw a nut bomb, a pixie went rogue with glitter-based spells, and Singe decided the time was ripe for his first true roar—the trial collapsed into something more closely resembling a music festival run by toddlers with matches. And Burlap, never one to miss a dramatic exit, whistled for his getaway plan: a flying wheelbarrow powered by fermented gnome gas and old firework enchantments. He climbed aboard with Singe, gave a two-finger salute to the crowd, and shouted, “The High Fungus Consulate shall rise again! Preferably on Tuesdays!” They vanished in a trail of smoke, fire, and what smelled suspiciously like roasted garlic and regret. Weeks later, the Mushroom Embassy was declared a public hazard and burned down—though some claim it grew back overnight, taller, weirder, and faintly humming jazz. Burlap and Singe were never captured. They became legends. Myths. The kind whispered by tavern bards who smirk when the lute chords go slightly off tune. Some say they live in the Outer Bramble now, where law fears to tread and gnomes make their own constitutions. Others claim they opened a food truck specializing in spicy mushroom tacos and dragon-brewed cider. But one thing’s clear: Wherever there’s laughter, smoke, and a mushroom slightly out of place… Burlap Tinklestump and Singe are probably nearby, plotting their next ridiculous rebellion against authority, order, and pants. The forest forgives many things—but it never forgets a well-cooked elvish tax scroll.     EPILOGUE – The Gnome, the Dragon, and the Whispering Spores Years passed in the Dinglethorn Wilds, though “years” is a fuzzy term in a forest where time bends politely around mushroom rings and the moon occasionally takes Tuesdays off. The tale of Burlap Tinklestump and Singe grew roots and wings, mutating with every retelling. Some said they overthrew a goblin mayor. Others swore they built a fortress made entirely of stolen doorbells. One rumor claimed Singe fathered an entire generation of spicy-tempered wyvernlings, all with a flair for interpretive fire dancing. The truth was, as usual, far stranger. Burlap and Singe lived free, nomadic, and joyfully unaccountable. They wandered from glade to glade, stirring trouble like a spoon in a bubbling pot. They crashed fae garden parties, rewrote troll toll policies with sock puppets, and opened a short-lived consulting firm called Gnomebody’s Business, which specialized in diplomatic sabotage and mushroom real estate. They were kicked out of seventeen realms. Burlap framed each eviction notice and hung them with pride in whatever hollow log or enchanted gazebo they currently squatted in. Singe grew stronger, wiser, and no less chaotic. By adulthood, he could torch a beanstalk mid-air while spelling out rude words in smoke. He’d developed an affinity for jazz flute, enchanted bacon, and sneezing contests. And through it all, he remained perched—either on Burlap’s shoulder, his head, or on the nearest flammable object. Burlap aged only in theory. His beard got longer. His pranks got crueler. But his laugh—oh, that full-bodied, giddy cackle—echoed through the forest like a mischievous anthem. Even the trees began to lean in when he passed, eager to hear what idiocy he’d utter next. Eventually, they disappeared entirely. No sightings. No fire trails. Just silence… and mushrooms. Glowing, tall, gnarled mushrooms appeared wherever they’d once been—often with singe marks, bite impressions, and, occasionally, indecent graffiti. The High Fungus Consulate, it seems, had simply gone... airborne. To this day, if you enter the Dinglethorn at twilight and tell a lie with a grin, you might hear a chuckle on the wind. And if you leave behind a pie, a bad poem, or a political pamphlet soaked in brandy—well, let’s just say that pie might come back flaming, annotated, and demanding a seat at the council table. Because Burlap and Singe weren’t just legends. They were a warning wrapped in laughter, tied with fire, and sealed with a mushroom stamp.     Bring the Mischief Home – Shop "Tongues and Talons" Collectibles Feeling the itch to cause some magical mayhem of your own? Invite Burlap and Singe into your world with our exclusive Tongues and Talons collection — crafted for rebels, dreamers, and mushroom-loving firestarters. 🔥 Metal Print: Bold, gleaming, and built to withstand even a dragon sneeze — this metal print captures every detail of the gnome-dragon duo’s chaotic charm in razor-sharp resolution. 🖼️ Canvas Print: Add a splash of whimsy and fire to your walls with this stunning canvas print. It’s storytelling, texture, and toadstool glory all in one frame-worthy piece. 🛋️ Throw Pillow: Need a cozy companion for your next mischief-filled nap? Our Tongues and Talons throw pillow is the softest way to keep dragon energy on your couch — no scorch marks included. 👜 Tote Bag: Whether you're hauling forbidden scrolls, enchanted snacks, or questionable diplomatic documents, this tote bag has your back with sturdy style and spellbinding flair. Shop now and carry a little bit of chaos, laughter, and legendary fungus with you — wherever your next adventure leads.

por Bill Tiepelman

El gnomo y la libélula brillante

En lo más profundo del corazón del encantado Bosque de Endrinos, donde los hongos brillan y los árboles chismean más fuerte que el herrero del pueblo, vivía un gnomo llamado Thimblewick Featherfoot («Thim» para sus amigos, si es que tenía alguno). Thim no era un gnomo común y corriente. Odiaba la jardinería, se burlaba de hacer pasteles y, lo peor de todo, despreciaba los hongos. En cambio, tenía una obsesión singular: montar libélulas. Ahora bien, montar libélulas no era precisamente algo que se fomentase entre los gnomos. Por un lado, las libélulas eran notoriamente difíciles de ensillar. También eran propensas a sufrir ataques de ego si uno elogiaba demasiado sus alas. Pero Thim había pasado años perfeccionando su oficio, susurrando palabras dulces a los brillantes insectos y sobornándolos con melaza y cumplidos como: "¡Oh, magnífica bestia voladora, tus alas podrían avergonzar a las estrellas!" Una mañana fatídica, mientras la luz del sol se filtraba a través del dosel del bosque en rayos dorados, Thim se encontraba al borde del balbuceante arroyo Brooklynn. Vestido con su mejor sombrero rojo (con una inclinación alegre, muchas gracias) y botas recién lustradas, silbó una melodía alegre. Momentos después, su orgullo y alegría descendió de las copas de los árboles con un dramático gesto. Su nombre era Glitterbug, una libélula del tamaño de un corgi, con ojos que brillaban como bolas de discoteca y alas que refractaban la luz en arcoíris. —Ah, mi gloriosa Glitterbug —susurró Thim, mientras se ajustaba las gafas—. ¿Estás lista para otra aventura atrevida? Glitterbug no respondió verbalmente (no era ese tipo de libélula), pero el entusiasta aleteo de sus alas le indicó que estaba dispuesta a participar. El despegue Thim se colocó un arnés hecho de seda de araña encantada (no preguntes dónde la consiguió) y saltó sobre el lomo de Glitterbug con la gracia de una papa que cae de una mesa. “¡Adelante, mi majestuoso corcel!”, gritó, señalando dramáticamente hacia el horizonte. Glitterbug se elevó por los aires y Thim inmediatamente se arrepintió de haberse saltado el desayuno. La ráfaga de viento le golpeó la cara y su estómago dio volteretas mientras volaban sobre el dosel del bosque. Abajo, las ardillas se detuvieron a medio masticar nueces para mirar boquiabiertas y una familia de mapaches aplaudió cortésmente. Thim le devolvió el saludo, sintiéndose como el héroe que siempre supo que era. El viaje comenzó sin problemas, demasiado sin problemas, de hecho. Mientras volaban sobre los Pinos Susurrantes, Thim vio una bandada de duendes tomando té en las nubes. Se quitó el sombrero para saludarlos, pero ellos solo le devolvieron la mirada. "¡Oye, Glitterbug!", gritó Thim por encima del viento. "¿Qué tal si les mostramos a esos duendes presumidos algunas acrobacias aéreas reales, eh?" Antes de que Glitterbug pudiera protestar (o tal vez simplemente estaba emocionada con la idea), Thim tiró de las riendas y la libélula giró en espiral, realizando una maniobra que habría puesto celoso a un halcón. Los duendes jadearon y derramaron el té. "¡Gnomo!", gritó uno. "¡Pagarás por eso!" —¡Ponlo en mi cuenta! —gritó Thim, riendo tan fuerte que casi se cae. El problema comienza Mientras volaban sobre los brillantes pantanos iluminados por la luna, las cosas dieron un giro. Una repentina ráfaga de viento mágico, probablemente provocada por un mago molesto con mala puntería, hizo que Glitterbug se desviara hacia un lado. Thim se aferró a las riendas con todas sus fuerzas y su sombrero salió volando hacia el pantano. "¡Mi sombrero!", gritó, escandalizado. "¡Era de edición limitada!". Peor aún, la ráfaga había traído compañía no deseada. Una bandada de cuervos Gremlock, famosos por su amor por los objetos brillantes, vio las alas iridiscentes de Glitterbug y decidió que les gustaría agregarla a su colección. "¡Fuera!", gritó Thim, agitando los brazos. "¡No está a la venta!" Pero los cuervos graznaron y se lanzaron tras ellos como misiles emplumados. —¡Glitterbug, maniobras evasivas! —gritó Thim, y la libélula obedeció. Volaron en círculos y zigzaguearon por el cielo, evitando por poco los picos de las aves codiciosas. En un momento dado, Thim sacó una galleta rancia de su bolsillo y se la arrojó a los cuervos. —¡Vengan, vándalos alados! —Funcionó, distrayendo momentáneamente a la bandada mientras se peleaban por el bocadillo. Pero su alivio duró poco. Justo cuando escapaban de los cuervos, entraron en el territorio de los temibles pescadores de colmillos, peces gigantes que vuelan por el aire con ojos brillantes y una predilección por todo lo que sea del tamaño de un gnomo. La gran evasión —¡Oh, vamos! —gruñó Thim cuando uno de los peces se lanzó hacia ellos con la boca llena de dientes afilados como agujas—. ¿Por qué todo en este bosque quiere comerme? ¡Soy casi todo barba! Glitterbug se lanzó a la izquierda y luego a la derecha, esquivando las mandíbulas de los peces con una agilidad asombrosa. Thim, mientras tanto, rebuscó en su bolsa de trucos. Sacó un frasco de Pixie Dust™ ("Garantizado para brillar") y se lo arrojó a sus perseguidores. La nube de polvo brillante explotó en un espectáculo deslumbrante, confundiendo a los peces y enviándolos a trompicones de vuelta al pantano de abajo. Cuando el polvo se asentó, Glitterbug voló más alto, llevándolos por encima del caos. Thim soltó una risa triunfante, dándole una palmadita en la cabeza a su fiel libélula. "¡Esa es mi chica! Formamos un gran equipo, ¿no?" Glitterbug zumbó en señal de acuerdo... o tal vez solo tenía hambre. Un final (casi) feliz Finalmente aterrizaron sanos y salvos en el arroyo Brooklynn, donde Thim se desplomó en el suelo cubierto de musgo, completamente exhausto pero con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja. "¡Qué aventura, Glitterbug!", dijo, mientras buscaba su bolso. "La próxima vez, llevaremos bocadillos y un casco. Y tal vez un lanzallamas". Glitterbug le dirigió una mirada que claramente decía: "¿La próxima vez? Estás bromeando, ¿verdad?", antes de revolotear para posarse en una flor cercana. Mientras Thim yacía allí, mirando al cielo, una ardilla que pasaba por allí dejó caer su sombrero sobre su pecho. "Ah, magnífica rata de árbol", murmuró Thim. "Estás invitado a la fiesta de la victoria". Y así, la leyenda de Thimblewick Featherfoot creció, consolidando su reputación como el gnomo que se atrevía a soñar en grande y ocasionalmente era perseguido por peces voladores. En algún lugar, en lo profundo del bosque, los duendes seguían planeando su venganza. Pero esa, querido lector, es una historia para otro día. Lleva la magia a casa ¿Te encanta el mundo fantástico de Thimblewick Featherfoot y Glitterbug? Ahora puedes capturar el encanto de sus atrevidas aventuras con productos bellamente elaborados inspirados en "El gnomo y la libélula brillante" . Perfectos como obsequio o para agregar un toque de fantasía a tu vida diaria, ¡estos artículos son imprescindibles para cualquier fanático de los cuentos mágicos! Tapices : Transforme cualquier espacio en una encantadora escena de bosque con esta impresionante obra de arte. Rompecabezas : arma la magia, un rompecabezas a la vez, ¡y revive la aventura! 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