Bits and Bobs: Adventures of the Misfit Monsters, #3

By Lilliana Rose

Tolli, part ogre, part hobgoblin with a little bit of imp, loves hunting and bringing back items to make into something useful. But there are so many useful bits and bobs she's collected there's no more room in her home to keep them all. Will Tolli learn she can't keep everything before she's lost in the piles of collected items?

Ferly, part werewolf, part sylph, with a little bit of elf, is trying to help Tolli declutter her home. But Tolli won't listen and the large piles of things are a danger. Can Ferly convince the misfit monsters to put aside their differences and work together for the sake of one of their own?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilliana Rose
• Release date: Aug 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9780645440201

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Bits and Bobs

Adventures of the Misfit Monsters Book Three

By Lily Rose

© 2022 Lily Rose

This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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ISBN (Ebook): 978-0-6454402-0-1

ISBN (Print): 978-0-6454402-1-8

Editing by Qamber Kids

Cover Design and Interior Formatting by Qamber Designs

Ferly and Tolli are designed by Fatima Ghuloom

Published by Infinity Dreaming

Cover Image © 2022

To my son Shephard

Character Descriptions

ZADI

Part zombie, part fairy, with a little bit of robot.

TAMRA

Part pixie, part goblin, with a little bit of jester.

MAYOR ORI

Part wizard, part gnome, and a lot of minotaur.

TERANT

Part computer, part ghost, with a little bit of giant.

YENERI

Part miniature dragon, part computer,

with a little bit of dwarf.

APPE

Part gnome, part troll, with a bit of minotaur.

MAB

Part ghost, part gnome, with a little bit of genie.

MON

Part nymph, part pixie, with a little bit of fairy.

TOLLI

Part ogre, part hobgoblin, with a little bit of imp.

PIE

Part leprechaun, part brownie,

with a little bit of dwarf.

NIT

Part vampire, part elf, with a little bit of shade.

SHILLE

Part unicorn, part mystic, with a little bit of brownie.

ENELLIS

Part banshee, part ghost, with a little bit of spirit.

FERLY

Part werewolf, part sylph, with a little bit of elf.

CARPENTER

Big part mage, rumored to be part human.

SEAMSTRESS

Big part fairy godmother, rumored to be part human

Introducing Tolli

Tolli, part ogre, part hobgoblin with a little bit of imp, loves going hunting and bringing back items to make into something useful. She loves inventing.

Introducing Ferly

Ferly, part werewolf, part sylph, with a little bit of elf. If any of the misfit monsters need help, then she’s there quickly to give them a hand. She is an expert in melting metals and refashioning them.

Chapter One

Tolli

Tolli balanced the pile of objects she held in her arms, unable to see where she was going as she weaved around the disorder of things in her home. In her enthusiasm, Tolli, part ogre, part hobgoblin with a little bit of imp, had stacked items from her stash on her arm. No one could navigate the chaotic system in her home like she could.

Whoa! Tolli shouted as the tower began to tilt to the right. She quickly swayed in that direction to counter the objects falling, looking up to see the stack straighten.

Phew, that was close, she breathed out, relieved the items hadn’t toppled from her arms to the ground. They balanced delicately as she walked carefully forward around the pile of paper that looked like it too could fall any moment.

In her enthusiasm, Tolli, part ogre, part hobgoblin with a little bit of imp, had stacked items from her stash on her arm. No one could navigate the chaotic system in her home like she could.

Tolli pressed the things into her body as the pile grew, realizing there was too much to carry. Not wanting to be slowed down, she pushed on, carefully navigating through her home, which was literally bursting with bits and bobs she’d found at the hunting grounds from a lifetime of living in the misfit monster community. No one quite remembered how they came here, because they’d evolved so much over the years in order to survive the polluted environment. That was why each of them was made up of different parts.

The Seamstress, part fairy godmother, and Carpenter, part mage, had helped the misfit monsters adjust to their newly combined forms. Both were rumored to be part human, the species who had caused the problems with the pollution in the first place, and who the misfit monsters feared above anything else. Humans were also vital to the misfit monsters’ survival, in that the rubbish they dumped was where they hunted to make what they needed.

Tolli tip-toed to keep the mountain of things she carried upright as she continued through her house. She peeked around the pile but couldn’t see anything, instead trusting herself to remember every inch of her place in order not to bump into anything. This wouldn’t be easy, since there were so many bit and bobs in her place, too many piles of anything that could be useful.

This was her favourite thing to do, collecting items of use not just for herself but to help the other misfit monsters so they could make whatever they needed in the spur of the moment. Tolli had just thought up a wonderful creation, a windmill shaped like a flower, which could act as a water pump in her backyard. It was so dry and hot for most of the year. Having extra water, if it could be drawn from the ground, would really be helpful for their entire misfit community.

Driven to create this right now, Tolli had rushed manically around the organized chaos within her two-story home, collecting all the items needed. Now, she needed to reach her workshop in the backyard without dropping her collection. It wouldn’t be easy.

Tolli wobbled past the dining table piled high with stuff, so much so she needed to stand on the little 3-step ladder she’d fashioned out of spare pieces of wood to reach the top. There wasn’t any space on the table to put down the items she’d collected before dropping them. If only one of the twenty chairs she’d collected were actually free of stuff on it, she could’ve put the items down on one of them.

The only space free was on her bed, but her bedroom was at the front of the house and she was only five steps from the back door.

Easier to go to my workbench, she said to herself. Then Tolli remembered she hadn’t cleared her workbench and her shed was already rather full of found objects. She was going to have to think of an alternative, then do a clean-up before she could get to making.

There were small patches outside where there weren’t any piles of collected items, amongst long dry weeds that seemed to grow even in the heat. This would have to do as a place to sort through the items until she was sure there was everything she needed.

Outside it is then, she said, the excitement of beginning a new project buzzing through her.

Gardening wasn’t something she had time for on account she was too busy finding new items which might be of use. This meant her garden was overrun with weeds. Tolli loved to hunt as much as she could. On the days when hunting wasn’t permitted, she spent hours meandering through her items and dreaming of what she could make, until hit by inspiration like right now.

All misfit monsters were about the size of a small bird, the blue wren, some a little bigger but not quite size of a bilby, and what they considered hunting was going to the rubbish tip where humans had thrown away junk. It was what Tolli enjoyed the most, finding new things and the inspiration that flooded through her when she held a new object in her hand and how she could fashion it into something useful.

The problem with Tolli’s hobby was she often neglected her garden and yard. More so nowadays that she’d run out of room storing items inside and had to pile collections outside.

I’ll find space, she told herself as she finally reached the back door, fashioned from mixed pieces of scrap wood. It was thick