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[sid] => 113457
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Wise Leprechaun.
[time] => 2006-01-19 15:42:55
[hometext] => Another true story from bern?
[bodytext] => The old house is silent just a groan from some old wooden stair or a cupboard that has seen better days. In the distance the slight drip, drip, of water from a tap that has long needed a new washer to seal it again. One day I will get around to doing the little jobs that I forget once I am awake. I turn over and try yet again for the sleep that comes not to my ever-open eyes. I get up go down to the kitchen and make myself a cup of Melissa hoping that it would make my aching eyes close. I awoke early the next morning saying to myself I will repair the tap immediately after breakfast. Going down stairs to my kitchen I nearly fell over a small bundle that was sleeping on the wooden floor of the hallway. I opened the shutters letting in some light it was then that I saw the bundle again. It was a Leprechaun. I asked it how it had gotten into the house all the doors were locked and bolted. The windows were all as secure as I could make them. The downstairs windows all had a heavy metal bars on them. I was afraid of burglars and had got a firm to put all the bolts, locks and bars on the windows and doors. How had the Leprechaun gotten into the house? He smiled a large smile at me and said. “Feeana was so free, I needed a safe place to hide for a few days. Her Majesty cast a spell and whoops here I was in your hallway.” I had gotten over my surprise and remembered my duties as host. “Are you hungry.” I asked. Yes he was hungry and I cooked the pair of us a hearty breakfast. After he had eaten he told me his story and his need to hide for a while. While he was working as a shoemaker in Sidcup a small town just outside London he was visited by a man that said he had some shoes to be repaired. The Leprechaun was immediately suspicious of the man. No one goes into a shoe repair shop and says they have some shoes for repair. One brings the shoes to the shop and asks as a rule how much is the repair going to cost. The Leprechaun told his assistant that he was going out for a while and that he should look after the shop. He took off his leather apron and placing his knife back into its place on the bench. He followed the man as he left the shop. The man walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus that went to Old Bexley a small village not far from Sidcup. The bus came along and the man took a seat and sitting behind him a few seats away was the Leprechaun. The man got off the bus at Sidcup railway station and went into a large house. The Leprechaun followed him and looked to see if he could see a nameplate on the gate but there was nothing to be seen. A passer by said,” He won’t buy anything he is renowned for his miserly ways. He wont even give to charity.” “I do not want to sell him anything said the Leprechaun I was just wondering what his name was as I think he went to school with me.” “His name!” said the man is Marlichek, he is a foreigner I should not think that he went to school with you.” Making a note of the name the Leprechaun went back with the next bus to his shop. Going to the telephone book he looked at all the names beginning with M. He found all sorts of names but none with the name Marlichek. That evening he went into Sidcup Park and waited on one of the benches until the Fairies appeared. He told them of the meeting in his shop and gave the Fairies the name of Marlichek asking them to ask the Fairy Queen Feeana if there was anything about the man that he should know. The next day as he was working on a pair of shoes that he was repairing the name ‘Marlichek’ appeared. On the leather under the name was a message. ‘Danger the man is a Sorcerer.’ The Leprechaun finished off repairing the shoes and went out for a while. In reality he went to the house by the Railway Station. Here he spoke to some birds that were nesting in a bush in the garden and asked them to report anything out of the ordinary. The birds agreed and the Leprechaun was given a daily report of all that happened at the Sorcerers. On the third day the bird told him that there was a white horse with wings being held captive in a shed in the back garden. The Leprechaun immediately thought of Pegasus and late that night he went to the shed and opened the double doors. “Pegasus the Leprechaun softly called is that you?” “Yes,” came the reply. “ Can you undo the leather reams that are on all of my four feet?” The Leprechaun took out his knife and cut off the four leather collars that were fixed to iron chains holding the winged horse in unwanted captivity. The Leprechaun led Pegasus out of the shed and sitting on Pegasus’s back the pair of them took off for Fairyland. Here they made a report to the Fairy Queen who took out her Magic Mirror, “Marlichek.” she said, “He is up to his old tricks again. It is about time that I put a stop to his evil ways.” The Leprechaun asked Pegasus why he had been captured and locked in the shed like he was. Pegasus told the Leprechaun about a plan the Sorcerer had. The plan was to sell the Flying Horse to a Zoo or to some Scientists that wanted to find out how the Flying Horses wings could carry such weight. The Flying Horse was quite heavy. In the shed of the house in Sidcup near the Railway Station there is another horse not white but black. This was the Queen Feeana’s way of punishing the Sorcerer for his misdeeds. The last the Leprechaun heard of him he was pulling a cart filled with sacks of coal. It was hard work but it served him right for all of his wicked misdeeds. The Leprechaun is still repairing shoes in the small town of Sidcup and his ears are always open to tales of strangers that have settled in the town. He checks on every strange person that comes to Sidcup to stay. Who knows it might just be a Wizard, a Witch or even another Sorcerer. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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