Once upon a time while strolling through the enchanted forest looking for
the Fire Lily I needed to make a charm for abundance, I happened upon a
runty, wrinkly little man. At once, I knew he was a leprechaun. He wasn't
one of those diminutive elf looking sorts; more the bulbous nose, wart on
the chin, big belly type. I soon learned that he had a long-winded story
to tell everyone he met, whether they were old friends or total
strangers. All were equally assailed by his tall tales upon any chance
Some of the inhabitants of the forest who knew this pint-sized being
would laugh along with him as he spun yarns of his wild and wooly youth.
Most, though we ourselves were an odd assortment of witches, gremlins,
wolfines or worse, found him just peculiar enough to be off-putting; some
took a disliking to him and that was that.
Even I myself found him disquieting and took paths through the forest
that he wasn't known to wander…until I met his lovely, lilting wife. No
urchin nor even fairy she, but human woman and a wonder to behold. “Such
an elegant creature cannot be connected in any manner to this oafish
gnome!” I thought to myself. But she had jumped the besom with him many
measures ago and the light of love shone from her eyes when she looked at
him or spoke of him.
Her happy giggle oft greeted the ear before his gruff barrel-chested
laugh as the two of them approached. He brought forth her laughter. And
she was devoted to him.
Once when I found myself alone with this runty greenish fellow, he told
me of his esteem for his beloved consort. This was a story of special
bearing. I beheld that his bright blue eyes shed tears of joy as he
declared: “I told her many years past that I would let her go the moment
she found someone else who was as good to her as I.”
But through the many seasons, she had always chosen to stay.
The love he demonstrated for his marvelous mate transformed him in my
eyes. I no longer noticed the pushy ways or the all-too arrogant
attitude. These became minor flaws that could and in fact should be
completely overlooked. Even his hobgoblinesque appearance slowly began to
Whereas before he had been oafishly stout, now he seemed little more than
pleasingly plump. His unattractive nose, reddened by drink, simply became
the feature most nearly adjoining his amazing smile, the one he flashed
when his darling was near. And who was I, a Crone who had long ago traded
youth for wisdom, to criticize a few facial moles, after all?
Watching the two of them, I knew I was seeing one of the great love
stories of all times…for a man who adores his woman is a man of profound