Whimble was not born in a burrow or a nest. They were discovered at dawn, curled inside a sunflower, blinking up at the sky with eyes full of questions. From the moment they tumbled into the world, Whimble began wondering. Why are mushrooms so quiet? What happens if you tickle a cloud? Can a shadow get lost?

No one could keep up with their questions—not even the wise old owls. But that never stopped Whimble. They would chase fireflies just to see where they sleep. They would tap on stones hoping one might hum back. And whenever someone said, “That’s just the way it is,” Whimble would pause and whisper, “But… what if it isn’t?”

Whimble’s home is a treehouse built from mismatched bits and pieces they’ve gathered from across the land. Every shelf holds a mystery. A feather that never falls. A bell that only rings when it’s raining far away. A mirror that shows not your reflection, but your favourite memory.

Other creatures in Tiny Tales Land used to find Whimble’s questions overwhelming. Too much bouncing. Too many what-ifs. But then one day, a path vanished from the Enchanted Forest. No one could find it. No maps helped. No old stories gave answers.

It was Whimble who found the way—not by knowing, but by wondering. By asking questions no one else thought to ask. What if the path wants to hide? What if it only appears to those who giggle at their own thoughts?

That day, they didn’t just find the path. They helped everyone else remember something important. Curiosity is not just about finding answers. It’s about seeing the world as something still full of magic and possibility.

And ever since, when someone in Tiny Tales Land discovers something brand new or asks the kind of question that makes you pause and smile, a soft bell chimes in the distance, and everyone says the same thing—

“Whimble would love that.”