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Have you seen a leprechaun?

on 17/03/2018

Meet one of my favourite leprechauns – Speck from cheerful, fantasy part of The Forest of Trees.
Happy St.Patrick’s Day to all merry souls!

“Among others, The Gable was the home of a lively little leprechaun named Speck. Silly name but truth be told, he was no giant. Speck was a merry soul with a freckled face, curly orange hair, and hints of a beard here and there, just enough to prove he was already a teenager, about to turn 347 in the upcoming spring.

[…]

When Speck walked, the clickety-cluck of his shoes played a cheerful melody. It had a rhythm of its own, clickety-cluck, clickety-cluck, clickety-clickety-clickety-cluck, and even the woodpeckers sometimes pecked at the tree crusts in Speck’s rhythm. His walk sounded as merry as jingle bells all year long, and frightened away every evil thought, piercing the ears of the gable snakes and sending them immediately in the opposite direction. When Speck was in a rush, he would disappear in a flash and all you could see was a trace of green mist, as if someone had drawn an unfinished greenish line with a thick paintbrush marking the direction of the leprechaun’s movement.

Speck loved to sing. Had he been a giant, his voice would have echoed through The Gable with the might of a thundering waterfall. Being a wee leprechaun, humans would barely notice his sounds and would probably mistake him for a mouse or a hamster of some unusual green sort.
Oh and how he loved water! He loved to look at it, to touch it, to drink it, to bathe in it, to swim, to splash around and dive. And sometimes, after he’d enjoyed a good hearty swim, he just loved to lie on his back, floating on the surface of The Gable lake and gazing at the sun, as the sun gazed back at him, happy to see that pure, honest, child-like soul in Speck’s innocent eyes.

Those were the moments when Speck’s mind and heart talked to each other without his interference, and created such beautiful melodies that filled his lungs like sheer light. He would sing out notes as naturally as he breathed, without even being aware that he was producing a melody.”

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