Since I’ve been writing about leprechauns, I especially look forward to St.
Patty’s Day. But I keep running into those who think that leprechauns are
little, green men. People just can’t seem to wrap their heads around the trick.
So today, I’d like to introduce you to some leprechauns who have promised to set
the record straight. Up first is Fergus, the clan leader of the leprechauns in
Fayetteville.
Fergus: I didn’t promise to set the record straight. I just
heard there was beer.
Me: Yes, there’s beer, but first, you promised to explain how
leprechauns were not little, green men.
Fergus: Promise? What promise? Are you sure that’s what we
discussed? Because I distinctly remember someone mentioning beer.
Me: We’ll get to the beer! First, let’s discuss leprechauns.
Most people are surprised to learn they’re not wee fairies, but actually grown
men. How do you explain that?
Fergus: I don’t. Like I said, I’m just here for the beer.
Murphy: Stop messing with the woman, Fergus. You started this
whole thing by revealing our secrets originally, so now you need to answer the
lady’s questions.
Me: Murphy, ladies and gentlemen. Bar owner and president of
the local International Boxing Association chapter. So Murphy, since you’re
talking, why the confusion?
Murphy: Oh that’s easy, luv. What better way to hide the gold
than to become a joke, a story nobody takes seriously?
Me: It’s a pretty big joke, though, to convince the world that
you’re just wee fairies. How did you manage to pull that off? And just how much
gold are we talking here?
Fergus: He didn’t pull it off. Clurichauns are not allowed near
the gold. They can’t be trusted. They have no clan loyalty.
Me: Wait, I thought you were both leprechauns. What’s a clurichaun?
Murphy (rolls eyes): Clurichauns are the red-headed
stepchildren of the leprechaun world. We don’t bother with all that clan
nonsense. When it comes to battles, we provide the supply trains, which meant we
have the beer!
Fergus (leans forward): Who knows where your loyalties lie
without knowing your clan? Besides you spend all your time mooning over Carla at
your bar!
Murphy: Oh, like you didn’t spill all our secrets to the first
woman who caught you! By pinching your bum!
Me: Gentlemen! I’m trying to conduct an interview here. This is
not the time for a fight!
Fergus (snorts): Please! I totally out danced you at that
féile in the Farmers’ Market.
Murphy: What féile? That was just sean nós singing
and dancing. Something to do around the pub of an evening.”
Fergus: Speaking of pubs, someone said something about
beer?
Murphy: Oh yeah, I just got a new ale in. You’re gonna love
this.
Me: Wait, guys. Wait! I still want to know about the gold!
Kathy Bryson knew she wanted to be a writer when she finished reading through
her elementary school and local children’s libraries. She spent 20 years honing
her writing on marketing brochures, websites, and several unfinished manuscripts
before going into teaching and finishing a book with all the stuff she enjoys
most – from coffee to love to Shakespeare! Kathy lives in Florida where she
caters to spoiled cats and wonders what possessed her to put in 75 feet of
flower beds.
When It’s Love, You Fight For It!
Laid off from her job at the
bank, Carla turns to her friends for support only to find they’re more concerned
about their jobs. The one person she can count on is local bartender Murphy, but
what kind of example is that to set for her daughters? Having learned the hard
way, Carla’s not depending on any man, even if he is cute, charming, very kind,
and some kind of leprechaun?
Murphy is used to sneers. Clurichauns are the
redheaded stepchildren of the leprechaun world and then there are the late-night
throw-downs at his bar. What he wants, however, is to protect the dainty little
mom who ogles him when she thinks no one’s looking. He knows she’s fighting
overwhelming odds, but she’ll need more than bravery when the conflict between
the King and Queen of the Fairies becomes outright civil war!
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