Bimpnottin & Lunchbox

Gnomes are very sneaky and hardly ever seen. They build their homes underground amongst the roots of trees and keep mice as pets to keep bug critters out of their neat and tidy homes. After a long day of aiding helpless animals, or making jewelry out of shiny gems, Gnomes enjoy the luxury, peace, and comfort of their underground homes. Bimpnottin didn’t grow up in such an environment.
When Bimpnottin was not but a foot tall, her parents, Beefgrease and Spoons had been called out to untangle the antlers two male deer. This happens often when deer battle and can be a bit of a puzzle at times. On their way to the deer they passed the familiar grove of the Biscutpockets’, a newly started family of raccoons. Mr. and Mrs. had just put their cubs to bed and likewise tucked Bimpnottin in with the rest of the crew.
Nearly one hundred years later and countless generations of the Biscutpockets, Bimpnottin was done waiting for her parents to return. She had herd stories of far off lands from the woodland creatures, the birds were always gossiping. Apparently, some silly dwarves were disrupting the woodland animals across The Great Dale. “Interesting…. very, very interesting…. across The Great Dale.” She thought. And dwarves! This might be the news she had been waiting for. Bimpnottin ran off to find Lunchbox. She ran, skipped, jumped, and not paying the least bit of attention to anything, frightening most animals in the wake of her path.
Bimpnottin was a friend to all the animals in the forest. She befriended birds, squirrels, rabbits, and other types. Being that she is so small, she became a master of her woodland environment. Hiding from creatures with large appetites became a favorite game. She became knowledgeable of plants, and how to use them for healing. Bimpnottin walked across a long branch of a mighty oak, her skin blending in with the bark, she scampered silently from tree to tree in the Forest of Lethyr. She found Lunchbox attempting to pick pocket an elf. They always had the best stuff. Rumpskin his brother was on the lookout, but this gnome is a master of her environment. Lunchbox went for the pocket, empty?! That can’t be right! Rumpskin was whistling frantically. Just then a tree revealed himself as another elf! “Should have seen that one coming,” Bimpnottin said under her breath. She conjured a sound that seemed to be coming from the ground itself. It started as a low rumble, progressively getting louder, the sound seemingly closing in on two traveling elves. Bimpnottin grabbed Lunchbox and they were off to The Great Dale.