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The Tiny Ceilidh
Be very quiet, kiddo. Don’t make a sound. Look right here, under this bush. One of them is playing a wee fiddle and the rest are dancing. See their little shoes? They’re gold, kiddo. Pure gold. Aren’t we lucky to see them?
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And one last shorty…..about shorties.
Loved this, glad it took first!
Thanks, Joe
I’m somehow reminded of the trolls my great aunt showed me under the footbridge.
What a wonderful wee party!
This made me smile, and not because I just finished reading your essay. One of my favorite memories living in Ireland was walking into my first ceilidh unawares. I’m sure that is exactly how leprechauns party.
And when they fall asleep pilfering the shoes?
We are lucky!