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Leprechaun Hunt

Leprechaun Hunt It was an overcast day and the gentle rain was slowly drizzling down over my Grandmother's cottage roof, but nothing could take away from the beauty of her Ireland. The grass was green and soft, and the cottages, although old, were beautiful to wander amongst. From somewhere in one of the winding, narrow alleys the sound of a fiddle reached my ears, and I could hear the laughter of the country people as they gathered to dance to the lively tune. The only thing missing was my leprechaun. Granny had told me when I first arrived, that if I found a leprechaun to hold on to him until he gave me his pot of gold, but all through the school holidays I had seen no sign of one. My friend, Joelene, told me of a small hillock on the outskirts of town that was rumored to be a fairy mound, and together we spent many pleasant hours lying in the soft green grass waiting to see a fairy, telling silly jokes and giggling, and almost every time rolling down the grassy bank together. On my next trip to Ireland, Joelene was waiting beside Granny as the boat docked, and my whole world lit up. As I stepped ashore I felt strangely awkward, and both Joelene and I just stood there, shuffling our feet, and looking at the ground, except for occasional glances through the corners of our eyes. Granny smiled broadly at the pair of us. You can't fool a Grandmother where love is concerned, especially not an Irish Grandmother. Still smiling she mentioned that fairies had been seen at the old mound not more than a few days ago, and it was as if the spell had lifted. Suddenly Joelene and myself were running towards the outskirts of town, laughing like we always had. I reached for her hand as we ran, and when she did not pull away I felt six feet tall. No rolling down the hill this time, as we sat holding hands and talking excitedly until it was time to help Granny cook the evening meal. Then a mad race toward the darkening cottages as the sun began to turn crimson. Granny taught Joelene to cook, and Joelene was teaching me to play the fiddle, and in return I taught her to dream. Dreams of fairies and leprechauns, of unicorns and a million delights that we shared each night we were together. After a dinner of Irish stew or wild rabbit roasted in the old wood burning stove prepared by the two most important ladies in my life, I would sit in front of the fireplace and tell them both a story. At first Joelene would accompany me on her violin, and later, as I learned a little more myself, I would join in and play harmony to her wonderful music. Sometimes when the story was finished, Granny, Joelene and myself would sing the lovely Irish tunes that always made me feel so happy and alive. Ahhhhh! Ireland. I would not miss my time here for the world. Not even the elusive, still unfound leprechaun could ruin the days spent with Joelene. Parting was hard on me, but I was due to start my first university course on my return. It would be four years before I could return to my beloved Ireland and Joelene, four long years of writing letters and missing her greatly. I made good use of those four years though. I took the violin as part of my courses, and much to my teacher's dismay, and later to her pleasure, as soon as I left the classroom I departed from the classical and began to play the lovely songs of Ireland, and always the thought of Joelene inspired me to excel. At last on the boat once more and I was so excited as we neared the shore that one of the sailors kept a close eye on me in case I decided to swim there before the boat could dock, but my excitement faded as we neared the jetty, and only Granny was standing there waiting for me. My face must have looked as sad as I felt, because Granny smiled and said, "Don't worry. She's at home cooking a special meal for your arrival. She has been waiting a long time to see you again." I tried hard to walk home beside Granny, but about half way my excitement got the better of me and I started to run, I could hear Granny laughing behind me, and I smiled too. That night as we sat on the fairy mound together I took Joelene's hand, we had never found the leprechaun, and the only gold I had seen was in the ring I gently slipped on her finger. For many years she had been my rainbow leading all the way to Ireland, and now my gold was at the end of that rainbow. No, I never found that elusive leprechaun, but I do not regret a second of the hunt because what I did find was love. *********************** A tiny man, dressed all in green sat unseen on the top of the fairy mound behind the pair for just a brief second. He took the old briar pipe from his mouth and smiled broadly at the two people in love sitting just a few feet from where he sat, and with a wink he disappeared once more, to await the next leprechaun hunters.
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