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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Magoridorm
[time] => 2005-08-17 04:32:10
[hometext] => All who know or have kissed the Blarney Stone should read this story.
[bodytext] => The clock struck nine and at the same time, the postman knocked on my front door. I could rely on my postman he was always punctual every day at nine o’clock he knocked on my door. Opening the door, I could not help but see that he was not his usual self. “Parcel for you,” he gruffly said. “Sign here”, I was not expecting a parcel and told him so. “Your name on it”, “It must be for you”. I took the parcel it was quite heavy. Then I realized why he was so grumpy the weight of the parcel. It was a long way from the Post Office to my house and he was perspiring slightly. Thanking him with a small tip, I took the parcel into the Kitchen where I keep a pair of scissors. Opening the parcel, which was wrapped in a linen cover with plenty of sticky tape, ‘The type used by do it yourself people.’ In the parcel were two envelopes and many gold coins. One envelope was for Her Majesty Queen Feeana. The other envelope was for me. Use your influence to persuade the fairy Queen to help me; my wife and child are in danger. I have sent the gold to show you that this is no silly prank. I really do need the Queen’s help. Taking the envelopes with me, I went to see Her Majesty Queen Feeana. Showing her the two letters, I was on tenterhooks to know what she would do to help the Leprechaun. Her Majesty read the letter addressed to her and then passed it on to me. The Sorcerer Magoridorm had taken his wife and his child while he was at work. He was keeping them prisoner until the Leprechaun was willing to go to The Old Irish Castle of Blarney. Here he was to loosen the Blarney stone that is famous all over the world, throw it down to the ground where it would smash into small pieces. This loosening and smashing of the Blarney Stone was to punish the Irish peoples for there lack of interest in what the Sorcerer Magoridorm was doing. He was trying to get rid of all the four leafed shamrocks all over the world. Any person or persons that manage to kiss the Blarney Stone have the power of eloquence. Blarney Castle is in the county of Cork and many of Irelands Famous Poets and writers have kissed the Blarney. It would be terrible if anything happened to the stone. Queen Feeana took her magic mirror and looked into it for a long time. The Sorcerer Magoridorm is holding the Leprechauns wife and child in a cave near to Blarney castle. It will be easy to free them but why does Magoridorm want to get rid of all the four leafed shamrocks, this is the big mystery. The wise old Fairies came up with the answer if anyone finds a four leafed clover or shamrock he or she are under the protection of the Fairy Ring of Merlin. Morgan gave this ring to Merlin after she had sent the sword Excalibur back to its rock under the sea. Those wearing shamrocks are still under this protection even today when most people do not believe in Magic. Under the protection of the Fairy Ring the Sorcerer Magoridorm could not get people with shamrocks to do his will this had over the years made him very bitter against all things Irish especially the four-leafed clover. He hated the Irish peoples so much that he was willing to break the Blarney stone so that no Irish men or women would ever be able to write all the wonderful things that they have written in the past. The Leprechaun was a brave man but he knew the Irish People would be no longer friends of the Leprechauns if he broke the Blarney Stone. Her Majesty Fairy Queen Feeana and I worked out a plan. I was to go to the Sorcerer Magoridorm and offer to show him a field where the Irish people were growing in secret the Shamrocks. This would get him out of his cave and the Queen could save the Wife and child of the Leprechaun. The usual flash of light and the whiff of smoke and we were in the County of Cork right next to the sorcerer’s Magoridorm cave. I on my guard slowly walked up to the entrance of the cave and called out in a loud voice who wants to buy my shamrocks cheap, four for one penny. This got the Sorcerer Magoridorm out of his cave and soon I was telling him of my field of four leafed clovers. I went with him for about twenty miles telling him all of the time that the field was not far away. Her Majesty had given me Fairy gold to protect me from the sorcerer and in my pockets I had magic dust which would if I threw it on him turn him into a stone.. The Sorcerer Magoridorm was not used to walking and complained that the field was so far away. I got a mental picture that the Leprechaun and his wife and child were now safe and I said that I would go no further. No one had a field of shamrocks everyone knew that one finds a four-leafed clover when one is lucky, shamrocks can be found everywhere and anywhere not in fields growing like hay. The Sorcerer Magoridorm was so angry at my fooling him that he tried to cast a spell over me. I was quicker and threw my Magic dust. He now stands in a large field as a stone. I was whisked away magically and found myself back at my home waiting for me in my Kitchen was the Leprechaun and his wife and child. I gave the brave little man his gold back to him and they now have a home built in Fairyland where they are safe from all sorcerers. It was her Majesties way of thanking him. The Irish People all believe in Leprechauns and now they know how one brave Leprechaun saved the Blarney stone from destruction. Many more people will kiss the stone and many will be the stories written by those people, [comments] => 2 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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