This tiny-type beastie is most often kicked-up from beneath the blanket of decomposing leaves on the forest floor. The Likabell spends much of its time day and night licking mushroom spores off of various surfaces. An unwary traveller camping overnight in the Gadway forest without a sleep mask might awaken to a Likabell licking invisible layers of forest film off their eyelids, or, if they are deep sleepers, wake up wondering why their eyes are so puffy in the morning.

The Earbie is a common Little-type beastie often seen around ponds and marshes scattered throughout the Gadway. One can hear choruses of them in the twilight hours at nightfall and dawn. If you strike a torch in the dimming light, you might see their eyes flashing in the edges of shallow water. It is best to appreciate their concerts at a respectful distance, for if you venture too close, you might find your legs whipped by their sharp tails as they submerge to swim away.

Not much is known of Crystal Beth, except that this rare Nice-type rock is extraordinarily friendly and shimmers a pale blue in both sun and moonlight. Tiny Beastmasters were able to curtail rampant poaching by replacing caches of Crystal Beth with regular crystal and selenite. The Crystal Beth Sanctuary in the middle of the Gadway is also known for its incredible harm reduction techniques.

The Merkin can be found in high grass and underbrush awaiting the passing of a larger furry animal on which to hitch a ride. They will surreptitiously travel the body until they locate the thickest fur and burrow deep within to disguise themselves as tangles of matted fur. They are mostly innocuous hitchhikers, but wherever they take up residence their presence does create a persistent itch. They loathe water and will flee from a host whenever one crosses a river or stream. Brownies have an annual gathering of the Merkins for a contest of who can keep one on their head the longest. As Brownie’s heads are very small, a Merkin being worn as a hat only deepens its frown until it finally harumphs off grumbling its way back into the forest shrub.

A startling combo of both land and aquatic chimera, the Boopfin has been briefly sighted inside of ponds and near them. Attempts at capture have met with wet yelps and tiny feets wiggling before slipping entirely out of the capturer’s hands. All subsequent attempts at recapture are stymied by the adorable retreat of its tiny paws moving in the water.

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A favorite mount of the Brownie community, the Shellsquer is easily tamed, and extremely fast. It is able to quickly and deftly navigate the various obstacles of the forest floor.  In fact, Brownies enjoy racing Shellsquer through elaborate obstacle courses and enjoy wagering seeds and acorns in a community pool betting on their favorite Shellsquer and rider. Left in the wild the Shellsquer spends much of its time trying to avoid its natural enemy the Derpahopper who love to kick them when they pull into their shells.

You’d think that a creature that has a Jr. tacked onto its species name would have a slight identity crisis as a state of being, or at least a very confusing inferiority complex, but not Dottie Jr! This wee beastie is an endless optimist, full of lighthearted jokes and positive platitudes. No man, woman, them or beastie can encounter a Dottie Jr without leaving with a light step and a tiny smile, they are just that pleasant! They form large peaceful colonies at the bases of large trees where they share a little laugh as a greeting. Which is why the collective noun for these charming creatures is referred to as a Tittering of Dottie Jrs.

If you venture deep within the woods at night and sit very still, your patience will be rewarded with the sweetly timid call and response of the Coocoocoo Bat. Throughout the course of a Coocoocoo Bat’s life, it grows a bouquet of phosphorescent lichen upon its back. The two lifeforms enjoy a symbiotic relationship where the lichen attracts bugs for the Coocoocoo Bat to eat, and the Coocoocoo Bat clings to the side of a tree for the lichen to spread its sores to other hosts. Unfortunately, due to the nature of this relationship, the Coocoocoo Bat cannot care for their own eggs, but rather place them in random surrogate nests. Once they hatch, the young Coocoocoo Bat begins the search for their families calling softly into the night, “Coo coo cooooo.”

Dubbietusk come out in droves whenever the Gadaway forest is hit by a rainstorm. The moisture allows them to slip around at a much more productive speed than when it is dry. They are voracious eaters and can reduce an average bush to a stump in a matter of hours. No one knows what they do when they aren’t visibly active, but it is speculated by expert Beastie wranglers that they fill a lot of their time bickering. When they can be observed, the two heads of a Dubbietusk rudely compete for the most savory bite of a choice leaf. If they look grumpy or resigned there is a very pithy reason for this accurate impression: what goes in, must come out.

Fast and armored, this tiny tank has the capacity to really wreck a hiker’s day—but chooses not to. Instead, the Armadeerla will skitter backwards as fast as it can into the thick underbrush. There are reports that Armadeerla can be coaxed out of hiding with apple taffy, but these reports are as yet unsubstantiated.

As the family adage goes, passed down from generation to generation of Hoofminder: Be on your guard around the Glarglepoppy. Nocturnal by nature and generally docile, the Glarglepoppy is known by Brownie communities to be curious and interested in helping with mundane tasks. When it becomes impossible to distract a Glarglepoppy, it’s best to assign it jobs away from crowds because when it gets overtaxed (which it is very easy for it to do), it starts to become sulky. Sulky can easily move into grumpy, which quickly slides into cranky, and before you know it you have a full-on grouchy Glarglepoppy. When it has reached total conniption mode, wailing and rolling on its back, it is time to head for the hills!

Located directly on the Great Tree in the Gadway Forest (un-named by Elven Custom as it is the oldest in the Forest), Bromies are sentient offshoots that take hundreds of years to mature before falling to the earth. Upon landing, Bromies develop teeny legs, arms and eyes. Cillian Hoofminder remarked that seeing the two Bromies engaging in (100% platonic) play in a field of linked daisies gave the watchers a powerful boost to their constitution.

The Derpahopper is the largest of the Tiny Beasties (about the size of a cat) and is known for its hyperexcitement that is often perceived as aggressive by more steadfast beasts. More often than not, the Derpahopper will kick someone’s leg out from under them as a sign of greeting.

Lone Rangers and Herbalists brave enough to venture deep into the Gadway are often startled by the sound of a reedy condescending voice coming from the forest floor. It is said that the Allcap, once finding an ear available, will pummel it with incessant wordless screams until the victim is rendered incapacitated. Often characterized by its bright purple and white spotted crown and odd metallic growths around its eyes, the Allcap is said to be the greatest unintentional deterrent to entering the Gadway forest.

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No one loves a party more than a Joytree. They spend much of their time hanging moss streamers and arranging Coocoocoo Bats decoratively on trees just in case someone has something to celebrate. If a traveler in the Gadaway forest stumbles upon one of these party trees, all they have to say is “Oh you remembered!” and the Joytree will rush to sing you an inscrutable song of general congratulations and greet you with a lovingly crafted dirt cake. They never let down a friend and will always remember a birthday.

There is no greater forest trickster than the Diamoth. Upon a journey through the woods, if you find your supplies or trinkets disappearing, then reappearing; or seemingly moved to unlikely places, it is likely that a Diamoth has taken a shine to you. They sleep when they want to and need very little of it, so one Diamoth might relentlessly prank a hiker for days without rest. Generally harmless, harassment by a Diamoth can nonetheless result in mild frustration. The best way to repel an unwanted Diamoth is to carry around an old joke book with you, read it out loud to yourself, and laugh heartily at each punch line. If a Diamoth can be successfully convinced that its target has a bad sense of humor, it quickly loses interest in pestering them.

The odd Bill Schlurper resides in the muck within stagnant algae-covered ponds. As it breathes underwater, it spends most of its time below the surface pondering the deep questions like: what is the purpose of life; is personality innate or crafted by experiences; or why if you think about a word too long does it start to lose its meaning? Occasionally, a Bill Schlurper will need a brain break and, curious about the busy world above, its eyes will appear as a collection of bubbles floating above the pond scum. Word to the wise, if you wish to see a Bill Schlurper in its entirety, you must keep a hand mirror at the ready. These solitary, pensive creatures avoid eye contact at all costs and will only venture out if any potential nearby observer has its back turned.

Dweegin, colloquially known as the pocket sized dragon, they are pocket sized in relation to the average Brownie. Since their discovery by early Beastie wranglers, Dweegin’s have become popular companions for Brownie youth. They exhibit bursts of high energy throughout the night interspersed with frequent napping, which matches well with the work schedule of a young Brownie. When they are participating in play, they emit small sparks from their mouths which they are mostly careful to not to aim at anything flammable. Of course accidents happen, but fortunately there are many water dwelling Beasties that are quite fond of the teeny tiny rascals and monitor the playful little guys, ready to put out any accidental fires the Dweegins might cause.