KIPPER SNIFFERDOO by Janet Jia-Ee Chui

Kipper sat down on the limb of and old tree on the side of the road. He dusted off his yellow leather vest, and his red shirt. With practiced ease he slipped the pouch from his shoulder and pulled out pieces of parchment. The paper was covered with drawing of maps, drawings of other kender and excuses he had collected from around Ansalon. They would soon be known as the Kencyclopedia.
by Sean Macdonald

REEBUS PADFOOT by Andrew Carlson

Hi. My name is Reebus Padfoot. I'm a kender. A Hylo kender. I'm a hero. When I first started my Wanderllust, Tasslehoff Burrfoot was my idol. I met him once in Solace. He had found my magicring that I must have dropped somewhere. To find out more about Reebus you can read his story.

BLISTER by Sean Macdonald

Her topknot was neat, every hair in place. It took her a long time to arrange it, and she used modern methods to do so. No need to make her fingers ache when a gnomish invention would do the trick. Blister wore tan leggings and a rose colored tunic that hung a few inches above her knobby ankles.
from Dawning of a New Age by Jean Rabe

LIGHNTING by Janne Mi

The gnome was standing all by himself, looking thoroughly confused and pathetic, still clutching Tas's handkerchief in his hand. Tas squirmed. "Oh, Gnimish, please. It'll be all right. I told you, Raistlin's my fri-" Raising one hand, holding Tas by the collar with the other, the archmage pointed a finger at the gnome. Raistlin's soft voice began to chant, "Ast kiranann kair-" Horror broke over Tas. He had heard those words of magic before...
from War of the Twins by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

THISTLETOE FIDDLEBROOK by J.D. Gross

The black-robed mage pointed threateningly at the kender. "I didn't steal it, I swear. You must have dropped it," the kender blurted out the usual excuse her kind use for "picking up" things that didn't belong to them. The mage's finger jabbed in the direction of the kender's pouch. The lid magically opened, and out rose a shiny green orb. "How did that get there?" the kender muttered as the crystal ball floated towards its true owner. "Oh, do be careful, Dunbar, I don't want to have to pick it up again for you." In frustration, the mage lost the concentration needed to keep the crystal afloat. Halfway between the two people, the orb suddenly began to drop from the air. "I'll catch it!" the kender shouted, making a flying leap for the orb. She fell to the ground with a thud, her arms outstretched. In the palms of her hands lay the crystal ball, unharmed. The mage shrieked in exasperation, "Thistletoe!" "You're welcome," the kender replied breathlessly, but happy that she had saved yet another "dropped" object.