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[sid] => 113029
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Shoe troubles.
[time] => 2006-01-12 05:26:43
[hometext] => Who is to say that this did not happen.
[bodytext] => A little moonlight lit the landing. The stairs were dark and I was afraid to hurt myself by falling if I ran down the stairs, as I wanted. You might ask what was I doing in the middle of the night wanting to run down the stairs in the dark. The knocking on the door was now louder and I managed to call out,”Who is there?” No answer in words just the very loud knocking. I pulled back the two bolts one at the top of the door and one at the bottom unlocking the heavy lock I threw the door open. Standing on my doorstep was a Leprechaun. “What are you making such a noise for?” I angrily asked. “Let me in and lock the door,” he pleaded. Pulling him in through the open door, I slammed and re-bolted the door turning the key in the heavy lock. Lighting a candle I led him in to the kitchen, there were still a few glowing coals on the fire so I filled the fire with fresh coal and put the kettle on the fire to make a cup of tea. The leprechaun looked as if he could do with a cup of hot sweet tea. Pulling up two chairs to the fire I motioned the Leprechaun to sit in one and I carried on making the tea. I would not let him speak before he had drunk his sweet tea there is nothing better for shock as sweet hot tea, and this Leprechaun was in a state of shock he could hardly speak. I soon had some cups and saucers ready and taking the sugar from the shelf and placing the dry tea in the pot, I waited for the kettle to boil. Soon we were drinking each a cup of hot sweet tea. The Leprechaun started to tell me his story he was a maker of boots and fine shoes for Ladies and Gentlemen. His work was in great demand and he was working nearly day and night to finish off the orders that came pouring in. He tried to engage other Leprechauns to join him but they were not interested in earning money, most had a large pot of gold and were satisfied. A wizard heard of the Leprechaun shoemaker and gave him some magic leather and told him to drop everything that he was doing and to make him some boots with the magic leather. Not wanting to get on the bad side of the Wizard the Leprechaun agreed. A pair of good solid boots was soon on the shelf waiting for the Wizard to collect them. The shoes were looking so smart with their highly polished black leather that the Leprechaun became curious and tried them on. A strange feeling went right through his body and the shoes vanished. They were still on his feet but try as hard as he could he could not take the shoes from off of his feet. He made a new pair of shoes hoping that the Wizard would not notice the difference. The Wizard eventually came for his shoes and tried on the ones that the Leprechaun had placed on the shelf instead of the ones that were now on the Leprechauns feet. The Wizard knew at once that the shoes were not from his magic leather. He threatened to do some very nasty things to the Leprechaun if on the morrow he did not get the shoes made with his magic leather. The magic shoes had the advantage that the wearer was always one day in front of the wizard this meant that the Wizard would never be able to catch the wearer. The poor Leprechaun did not want the shoes he just wanted to get them off from his feet. The Wizard would never be able to catch him but at the same time he wanted to stay in his shop and make shoes for everyone. Showing me his feet I could see no way to rid him of the boots. Later on that morning after we had both eaten a good breakfast we made our way into the woods that was part of Fairyland. I knew that only help from the Fairies could remove those boots. I called the fairies to me and explained to them the trouble that the poor Leprechaun was in and would they help? Out came a dozen or more fairy wands that were pointed to the Leprechauns feet. Nothing happened, try as they would the fairies could not undo the magic of the leather. Her Majesty Queen Feeana Queen of all the Fairies was asked by one of the Fairies if she could help. Her Majesty appeared in her usual blue flash with the small puff of smoke and I explained to her all that had happened to the Leprechaun since he had made the shoes from the magic leather. Her Majesty took from her pocket her magic mirror and carefully looking into the mirror she studied the Wizard. He had, had the shoes made because he always wanted to be a day in advance in the world of the humans it would be to his great advantage to be one day in front of all other humans he could make enormous sums of money on the stock exchange. He would know what was happening in the world one day before it actually happened he would have a tremendous advantage over the rest of mankind. He Majesty decided to help the Leprechaun and with a wave of her wand the shoes disappeared. The Wizard appeared before Her Majesty and was promptly turned into a very simple man that only knew about herbs and gardens. He was sent back to his own country and now works as a gardener. The Leprechaun still has his shoe shop but will only work with his own leather to make ordinary shoes for ordinary people. Both are still doing well and only the Leprechaun remembers his journey to me for help. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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