humorous gnome tale

par 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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par 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. 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par Bill Tiepelman

The Gnome and the Glittering Dragonfly

Deep in the heart of the enchanted Blackthorn Forest, where mushrooms glow and trees gossip louder than the village blacksmith, lived a gnome named Thimblewick Featherfoot—“Thim” to his friends, if he had any. Thim wasn’t your average gnome. He hated gardening, scoffed at baking pies, and, worst of all, despised mushrooms. Instead, he had a singular obsession: riding dragonflies. Now, riding dragonflies wasn’t exactly encouraged among gnomes. For one, dragonflies were notoriously difficult to saddle. They were also prone to fits of ego if you complimented their wings too much. But Thim had spent years perfecting his craft, whispering sweet nothings to the glimmering insects and bribing them with honeydew and compliments like, "Oh, you magnificent flitter-beast, your wings could shame the stars!" On one fateful morning, as the sunlight filtered through the forest canopy in golden beams, Thim stood at the edge of the babbling Brooklynn Stream. Clad in his finest red hat (with a jaunty tilt, thank you very much) and freshly polished boots, he whistled a jaunty tune. Moments later, his pride and joy descended from the treetops with a dramatic flourish. Her name was Glitterbug—a dragonfly the size of a corgi, with eyes that shimmered like disco balls and wings that refracted light into rainbows. "Ah, my glorious Glitterbug," Thim cooed, adjusting his glasses. "Ready for another daring escapade?" Glitterbug didn’t respond verbally—she wasn’t that kind of dragonfly—but the enthusiastic flap of her wings told him she was game. The Takeoff Strapping on a harness made of enchanted spider silk (don’t ask where he got it), Thim hopped onto Glitterbug’s back with the grace of a potato rolling off a table. “Onward, my majestic steed!” he cried, pointing dramatically toward the horizon. Glitterbug launched into the air, and Thim immediately regretted skipping breakfast. The rush of wind slapped his face, and his stomach did somersaults as they careened over the forest canopy. Below, squirrels paused mid-nut-chew to gawk, and a family of raccoons applauded politely. Thim waved back, feeling like the hero he always knew he was. The ride started smoothly—too smoothly, in fact. As they soared over the Whispering Pines, Thim spotted a flock of pixies having a tea party in the clouds. He tipped his hat to them, but they only glared back. "Oi, Glitterbug!" Thim shouted over the wind. "How about we show those snooty pixies some real aerobatics, eh?" Before Glitterbug could protest (or maybe she was just thrilled by the idea), Thim pulled the reins, and the dragonfly spiraled into a corkscrew maneuver that would have made a hawk jealous. The pixies gasped and spilled their tea. "Gnome!" one shouted. "You’ll pay for that!" "Put it on my tab!" Thim hollered back, laughing so hard he nearly fell off. The Trouble Begins As they soared over the shimmering Moonlit Marshes, things took a turn. A sudden gust of magical wind—likely stirred up by an annoyed wizard with bad aim—sent Glitterbug veering sideways. Thim clung to the reins for dear life, his hat flying off into the marsh below. "My hat!" he yelled, scandalized. "That was limited edition!" Worse still, the gust had brought unwanted company. A flock of Gremlock Crows, infamous for their love of shiny objects, spotted Glitterbug’s iridescent wings and decided they’d like to add her to their collection. "Shoo!" Thim shouted, waving his arms. "She’s not for sale!" But the crows cackled and dove after them like feathery missiles. "Glitterbug, evasive maneuvers!" Thim barked, and the dragonfly obeyed. They looped and zigzagged through the sky, narrowly avoiding the snapping beaks of the greedy birds. At one point, Thim grabbed a stale biscuit from his pocket and hurled it at the crows. "Fetch, you winged hooligans!" It worked, momentarily distracting the flock as they squabbled over the snack. But their relief was short-lived. Just as they escaped the crows, they entered the territory of the dreaded Fangtooth Fishers—giant, airborne fish with glowing eyes and a penchant for anything gnome-sized. The Great Escape "Oh, come on!" Thim groaned as one of the fish lunged at them, its mouth full of needle-sharp teeth. "Why does everything in this forest want to eat me? I’m mostly beard!" Glitterbug darted left, then right, dodging the snapping jaws of the fish with astonishing agility. Thim, meanwhile, rummaged through his bag of tricks. He pulled out a vial of Pixie Dust™ ("Guaranteed to Sparkle") and hurled it at their pursuers. The cloud of glittery powder exploded in a dazzling display, confusing the fish and sending them floundering back into the marsh below. As the dust settled, Glitterbug flew higher, carrying them above the chaos. Thim let out a triumphant laugh, patting his trusty dragonfly on the head. "That’s my girl! We make quite the team, don’t we?" Glitterbug buzzed in agreement—or maybe she was just hungry. A (Mostly) Happy Ending They eventually landed safely back at the Brooklynn Stream, where Thim collapsed onto the mossy ground, utterly exhausted but grinning from ear to ear. "What an adventure, Glitterbug!" he said, reaching for his bag. "Next time, we bring snacks and a helmet. And maybe a flamethrower." Glitterbug gave him a look that clearly said, "Next time? You’re kidding, right?" before fluttering off to rest on a nearby flower. As Thim lay there, staring up at the sky, a passing squirrel dropped his hat onto his chest. "Ah, you magnificent tree rat," Thim murmured. "You’re invited to the victory party." And thus, Thimblewick Featherfoot’s legend grew, cementing his reputation as the gnome who dared to dream big—and occasionally got chased by flying fish. Somewhere, deep in the forest, the pixies were still plotting their revenge. But that, dear reader, is a story for another day.    Bring the Magic Home Love the whimsical world of Thimblewick Featherfoot and Glitterbug? You can now capture the enchantment of their daring adventures with beautifully crafted products inspired by "The Gnome and the Glittering Dragonfly". Perfect as gifts or for adding a touch of fantasy to your daily life, these items are a must-have for any fan of magical tales! Tapestries – Transform any space into an enchanting forest scene with this stunning artwork. Puzzles – Piece together the magic, one puzzle at a time, and relive the adventure! Tote Bags – Carry a bit of whimsy with you wherever you go with these vibrant, practical bags. Metal Prints – Showcase the brilliance of this fantasy tale with high-quality metal prints that capture every dazzling detail. Explore the full collection and bring home a piece of the magic today! 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par Bill Tiepelman

Sorts, citrouilles et méfaits des gnomes

Au cœur du creux hanté se trouvait un gnome. Pas n’importe quel gnome : c’était Garvin, l’autoproclamé « Maître des sorts » et « Amateur de citrouilles ». Attention, spoiler : il était nul dans les deux domaines. Garvin n'était pas un nain de jardin typique et mignon. Non, non. Celui-ci avait de grands projets. Avec son chapeau de sorcière surdimensionné, orné de fausses fleurs qu'il avait volées dans le jardin de Mme Willowbottom, et son balai qui n'avait jamais rien balayé de sa vie, Garvin était prêt à faire des bêtises. Ou du moins, c'était le plan. « Très bien, ma citrouille, » murmura-t-il à voix basse, en regardant fixement la citrouille-lanterne à côté de lui, qui brillait un peu trop joyeusement à son goût. « Ce soir, c'est le soir où la magie opère. » La citrouille ne répondit pas. C'était une citrouille, après tout. Garvin souffla. « Tu sais, certaines sorcières ont un chat qui parle. Je te comprends… toi. Un légume avec un visage. Super. » Le balai à côté de lui semblait se moquer de son manque de crédibilité en tant que sorcier. Mais ce n'était pas la faute du balai si Garvin ne maîtrisait pas tout à fait le truc du « vol ». Ou du balayage, d'ailleurs. Il lui donna un coup de pied pour faire bonne mesure. Cela ne fit rien, bien sûr. D'un geste théâtral, il agita les mains, essayant d'invoquer quelque chose d'effrayant, de puissant. « Abra... kadabra ? » Il s'arrêta, fronça les sourcils. « Attends, non. Alaka-zam ? Oh, peu importe. » Rien ne s'est produit. À part une rafale de vent qui a renversé une pile de bois de chauffage à proximité. Un truc vraiment effrayant. Frustré, Garvin s'adossa à la citrouille et croisa les bras. « Je commence à penser que toute cette histoire de gnome sorcier est surfaite. Tu sais à quel point ce stupide chapeau me démange ? Et ne me parle même pas de ces chaussettes rayées. Elles coupent la circulation. » La citrouille brillait, projetant une lumière chaleureuse sur le visage mécontent de Garvin. Pendant un moment, le gnome la regarda simplement. Puis, avec un soupir, il la poussa à nouveau. « Regardez-vous, tout satisfait avec votre parfait petit sourire radieux. Je parie que vous êtes vraiment fier de vous, hein ? » Soudain, une chauve-souris vola au-dessus de nos têtes, projetant une ombre sur la cour éclairée par la lune. Garvin tressaillit, puis se ressaisit rapidement, faisant comme s'il n'avait pas sauté hors de sa peau. « Oh, oui. C'est vraiment original. Une chauve-souris. À Halloween. Je ne l'avais pas vu venir. » Il roula des yeux. Mais alors que la chauve-souris disparaissait dans la nuit, Garvin laissa un petit sourire s'afficher sur son visage. Peut-être que ce soir n'était pas si mal après tout. Après tout, c'était Halloween, une nuit pour les sorcières, les gnomes et toutes sortes d'incidents effrayants. Il prit son balai, non pas pour le faire voler (ne nous leurrons pas), mais pour s'appuyer dessus comme sur une canne. « Bon, ma citrouille, dit-il, allons voir si nous pouvons trouver des bonbons à « emprunter ». Après tout, si je ne peux pas faire de magie, je peux au moins faire apparaître une poussée de sucre. » Et avec ça, Garvin, le gnome le plus sarcastique et le plus démuni en sorts du creux hanté, s'éloigna dans la nuit, prêt à causer le moindre méfait... ou au moins à mettre la main sur du chocolat. La citrouille, comme d'habitude, ne dit rien. Ramenez le mal à la maison ! Vous aimez Garvin le gnome et ses aventures magiques et sarcastiques ? Pourquoi ne pas l'inviter chez vous ! Que vous décoriez pour la saison effrayante ou que vous souhaitiez simplement un rappel original des méfaits d'Halloween, nous avons ce qu'il vous faut. Choisissez parmi une variété de produits comprenant « Sorts, citrouilles et méfaits de gnome » : Impressions encadrées – Ajoutez une touche de magie gnome à vos murs avec cette impression magnifiquement encadrée ! Tapisseries – Drapez votre espace d’un charme fantaisiste avec une tapisserie douillette de Garvin et de son compagnon citrouille. Cartes de vœux – Partagez le plaisir avec vos amis et votre famille avec des cartes de vœux d’Halloween inspirées des gnomes. Autocollants – Collez des autocollants effrayants remplis de gnomes sur votre ordinateur portable, votre carnet de notes ou tout autre endroit nécessitant une touche de plaisir d’Halloween ! Embrassez l'enchantement avec une touche de sarcasme – Garvin ne voudrait pas qu'il en soit autrement !

par Bill Tiepelman

Rire avec les dragons : le moment de joie d'un gnome

Dans une forêt où les arbres ne cessent de bavarder et où les champignons poussent aussi haut que votre égo, vivait un gnome nommé Grimble Bottomsworth. Grimble n'était pas un gnome ordinaire - oh non, c'était le gnome qui pouvait rire plus qu'une banshee, boire plus qu'un troll et flirter plus qu'une nymphe des arbres (ce qui n'est pas que les nymphes apprécient). Assis au sommet de son champignon géant préféré, il était en train de faire l'une de ses célèbres crises de rire. Mais cette fois, il avait un nouveau partenaire de crime : un bébé dragon nommé Snarky. Snarky n'était pas un dragon comme les autres. Pour commencer, il avait à peu près la taille d'un chat domestique et ne crachait pas de feu, mais il rotait parfois quelque chose qui sentait pire que l'aisselle d'un ogre. Snarky battait ses petites ailes, perché dans la main sale de Grimble, gonflant sa poitrine comme s'il était le roi de cette jungle absurdement colorée. Grimble gloussa. « Regardez-moi ce petit salopard ! Il se croit féroce ! Ha ! Vous ne pourriez pas faire griller une guimauve même si elle vous le demandait, n'est-ce pas, Snarky ? » Snarky, sentant l'insulte (ou peut-être simplement en réponse à l'odeur constante de bière et de ragoût de champignons de Grimble), laissa échapper une petite flamme, mais étonnamment vive, qui brûla un peu la barbe de Grimble. Le gnome s'arrêta, cligna des yeux, puis éclata de rire si fort qu'un écureuil à proximité laissa tomber son gland sous le choc. « Hé ! C'est le meilleur que tu aies ? L'haleine de ma grand-mère est plus chaude que ça, et elle est morte depuis quarante ans ! » Grimble frappa son genou, manquant de faire tomber le champignon tandis que ses bottes de cuir pendaient dans les airs. « Putain, génial ! » L'incident malheureux du champignon vénéneux Alors que Grimble continuait de rire, son trône en forme de champignon émit un faible gémissement. Vous voyez, les champignons ne sont pas vraiment faits pour supporter le poids d'un gnome qui a passé la majeure partie de sa vie à se gaver de tartes et à boire de l'hydromel. Avec un bruit plutôt sans cérémonie, le champignon céda, s'effondrant sous le derrière rondouillard de Grimble avec un bruit de pet qui résonna dans la forêt. « Eh bien, qu'on me foute sur le côté ! » s'exclama Grimble en se retrouvant allongé sur le dos, entouré des restes de ce qui était autrefois son cher siège champignon. « Ce champignon n'avait aucune chance, n'est-ce pas ? Trop de bière et... eh bien, disons simplement que j'ai mangé quelques tartes de plus que je n'aurais dû. » Snarky émit un ricanement, un son étrange venant d'un dragon, mais qui semblait approprié. Le petit dragon battit des ailes, planant juste au-dessus de la barbe de Grimble, qui avait maintenant attrapé quelques morceaux de champignons. « Hé ! Tu te moques de moi, espèce de petit pet écailleux ? » grogna Grimble en s'essuyant les mains sur sa tunique, l'étalant de terre et de morceaux de champignons. « Putain, cet endroit est un vrai désastre. J'ai l'air d'un nain ivre après un festin de mariage. Je ne suis pas non plus très doué pour les mariages... enfin, pas après ce qui s'est passé la dernière fois. » Il s'arrêta, marmonnant quelque chose à propos d'une chèvre et de trop de vin. Un pari malhonnête « Je vais te dire, Snarky », dit Grimble, toujours étendu sur le sol, une jambe drapée sur une tige de champignon cassée, « si tu parviens à brûler ce gros champignon », il désigna un champignon colossal à tête rouge à environ trois mètres de distance, « je te donnerai tous les lapins rôtis que tu pourras avaler. Mais si tu échoues, tu devras nettoyer mes bottes pendant un mois ! Et crois-moi, elles sentent encore pire qu'un troll après une journée au spa. » Snarky plissa les yeux et émit un grognement déterminé qui ressemblait plus à un hoquet. Il se jeta au sol, planta ses petites griffes et gonfla sa poitrine. Avec un reniflement, il libéra une bouffée de fumée pathétique qui se dissipa dans le vent plus vite que le dernier morceau de dignité de Grimble. « Oh, allez ! Ma pisse après une nuit à la taverne est encore plus chaude que ça ! » s'esclaffa Grimble en se retournant et en se tenant le ventre. « On dirait que tu vas lécher mes bottes pour les nettoyer, mon pote ! » Snarky, complètement agacé, se précipita en avant et serra ses petites mâchoires sur le nez de Grimble. Ce n'était pas suffisant pour faire saigner, mais juste assez pour faire hurler le gnome. « Hé ! Espèce de bâtard effronté ! » hurla Grimble, retirant le dragon de son visage et le fusillant du regard, bien que l'effet fût perdu car il riait toujours. « D'accord, d'accord, je vais quand même te donner un lapin, petite merde. » Il se gratta l'arrière de la tête et poussa un profond soupir, le genre de soupir que seule une personne ayant mangé trop de tartes pouvait pousser. Les conséquences Au fil de la journée, Grimble et Snarky s'installèrent dans leur routine habituelle de querelles sans conviction, de destruction de champignons et de chaos général dans la forêt. Malgré leurs insultes et leurs manigances, ils formaient un sacré duo - tous deux excentriques à part entière, unis par leur amour du mal et le fait qu'aucun d'eux ne pouvait prendre la vie (ou l'autre) trop au sérieux. Et ainsi, au cœur de la forêt enchantée, le ventre plein de tarte et la barbe sentant légèrement les champignons brûlés, Grimble Bottomsworth passait ses journées à rire avec les dragons, à péter sur des champignons et à rappeler à tous ceux qui croisaient son chemin que même dans un monde plein de magie, parfois la meilleure chose que l'on puisse faire est de s'asseoir, de rire et de laisser le dragon vous mordre le nez quand on l'a mérité. « À une autre journée de bêtises », dit Grimble en levant sa flasque vers Snarky, « et que tes pets ne soient jamais plus chauds que ton haleine, petit lézard inutile. » Snarky rota en réponse. « Bravo mon garçon. » Apportez la fantaisie à la maison ! Si vous avez aimé les facéties sauvages de Grimble et les malices de Snarky, vous pouvez apporter un morceau de ce monde magique dans le vôtre ! 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