Irish tales were the order of the day. From humourous
anecdotes to fancies about leprechauns and their carefully guarded crocks of gold ... .
Add an old folk tale. A confrontation between 'the divil himself' and the
third son of a man who had struck a bit of a barter with Old Nick ... . And it was
indeed a wonderfilled day.
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This story is about a girl named Ninny-Nanny and
her sick old Gram ... and their house at the edge of a clearing in the middle of an old
forest ... . The house wanted repair, especially the thatched roof which leaked.
The woodbox was empty, and so was the rain barrel. The potato garden needed
tending. But Gram was ailing, and Ninny-Nanny was -- at heart -- lazy. |
You ask me, now, 'Why did I become a Storyteller
...' I'll tell you, 'It was because I wanted to be rich!
'But, looking at me, you know, you're not looking at a wealthy man ...
'It's like this ... .' |
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