The Ogre and the Leprechaun - Parts 1,2

There once lived an ogre who loved to frolic about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, creamy porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!

One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this particular leprechaun, whose name was Charlie O'Hanlon, had been searching for his newt. Quite unexpectedly, Charlie suddenly found himself at the bottom of a large pit. One minute he was scrupulously searching for his pet, the next he was down in the pit rubbing his sore... backside!

"What a fine mess I've gotten meself into! he mused aloud. "Just what will be the final end of it?"

He didn't have to wait long for his answer. Thump, thump, thump - the heavy footsteps approached closer and closer. Then Charlie heard a deep voice cry out:

"Wintry, wintry, wintry day, just what fine prey be trapped today?"

Prey??? Charlie began to shake and sweat profusely, as a big one-eyed ogre looked down into the pit and said:

"Well, whatever it is, it's green."

He reached down into the pit with his long arm and pulled poor Charlie out by his boot. When the ogre saw that he'd caught a leprechaun he didn't quite know what to make of it. He had never seen one before except in a picture book, the last one he'd read before dropping out of school. And he had heard that leprechauns had lots of money!

"Lead me to yer pot o' gold wee fellow," said the ogre.

Charlie responded: " Er, excuse me, me ogre friend, what be yer name, lad?"

"Me name be Landru, and this be me land, sir," said the ogre.

Charlie replied: "Well, Landru, what a fine, strappin' fellow ye be. Tall and handsome. And so strong, why I'll bet..."

"ENOUGH!" bellowed the ogre. "Lead me to yer pot o'gold little man, or I'll be havin' ye for supper tonight."

"Now look Landru, er, Mr. Ogre, that's only a fairy tale. Leprechauns have no more pots o' gold than elephants have wings. Now if ye be lookin' for a fine new hat I believe I can help ye out, lad. But this pot o' gold thing is only make-believe," Charlie implored.

"Hmmph! We will see. We will see," said Landru.

So he carried him under his arm to his small cabin in the forest thick, all the while whistlin' a bonnie tune. When they reached the cabin he placed the leprechaun in a little cage, and then began preparations for dinner. As it was, having dropped out of school when he was just a wee ogre had left him in a somewhat sorry plight. He wasn't particularly bright, and had never learned to read proper. His grandmama had never taught him how to make leprechaun stew, so he pulled out his great big cookbook and flipped the pages until he found a picture of a leprechaun.

"Aha!" he shouted. We will be havin' leprechaun stew after all!"

But as he tried to read the directions Landru got a bit stuck. The words just didn't seem to make any sense. Now, when an ogre gets frustrated bad things tend to happen. After throwing the cookbook through the kitchen window (hitting a poor woodchuck in the head and rendering the poor creature somewhat loopy) he grabbed the cage that the leprechaun was being held prisoner in and began shaking it violently. Of course, this caused poor Charlie's heart rate to accelerate, as he began to ponder what it might feel like to be literally shaken apart. He knew he had to act - NOW!

"Excuse me, Mr. Ogre, sir, but I couldn't help a noticin' that yer readin' could use a bit of polishin' up. I believe that if ye were to retrieve yer cookbook I might be a willin' to help ye out," Charlie said.

Oddly enough this seem to calm the ogre down, and he went outside to fetch his cookbook so that Charlie might read to him the directions for preparing leprechaun stew.

Now Charlie had graduated from leprechaun school magna-cum-laude, but more importantly, he had his wits about him. As he looked at the book he saw that there was indeed a recipe for leprechaun stew. How utterly ghastly, he thought to himself. Nevertheless, he had no intention of getting eaten on this cold, blustery night. So, he began dictating to Landru just what was needed for the stew. A little of this, a dash of that. Landru began singing an old ogre supper song that he had learned from his mama. Suddenly, Charlie burst out:

"Oh no! I cannot believe me eyes. Oh, Mr. Ogre, sir, I have some rather poor news. Listen carefully as I read these last sentences lad: Warning! Leprechauns can only be eaten safely on the third Wednesday of February, and only if it be a leap year. If eaten on any other day the eater will suffer from an intense bellyache, followed by seven years of unspeakable misfortunes. Well, there you have it lad, this be not a Wednesday, neither be it a leap year. I'm afraid you'll have to settle for somethin' else."

The ogre hunched over and slowly sat down.

"What am I to do with ye then? Ye have no pot o' gold. I can't bloody eat ye. What then? said Landru.

"I've got an idea lad," Charlie replied. "Let me out of this here cage, and I'll cook ye a nice pot o' carrot stew, and afterward I'll read ye a nice bedtime story. Would ye like that at all?"

Landru thought for a moment. He had never really been the fearsome ogre type. Still, he didn't have a single friend. And no one had offered to read him a story since his mama passed.

"Alright wee man, but ye had better not try and escape!" said the ogre.

Sure enough, Charlie did just as he'd said he would. They ate carrot stew, and then later Charlie read him a story. Needless to say it was not 'Jack and the Beanstalk'! Something friendly and calming. Before long the ogre was fast asleep. Charlie whispered to himself:

"Now I can be on me way, time to escape!"

But as he gazed over at the ogre he felt a wave of pity flood his tiny body. Maybe he could stay for just a wee bit longer. He looked over at the shattered window, and to his surprise who should be sitting on the ledge but his beloved lost newt.

"Perhaps today wasn't such a bad day after all," he quietly whispered to his little friend. "No, not really too bad at all."

The Ogre and the Leprechaun 2 (Friends Forever)

Now Charlie O'Hanlon was no average leprechaun. He never stayed in one place for too long, a bit of a rover he was. And, truth be told, he felt as if he'd stayed in "ogre land" quite long enough, thank you. It was time to say goodbye to his new ogre friend, Landru.

He'd spent the past few months teachin' Landru how to read, and now that the ogre had the basics of language and grammar down fairly well, it was time to leave. So it was that Charlie gathered his things, includin' his pet newt, and prepared to say his goodbyes. But when Landru learned that his new friend was preparin' to go, he said:

"Now wait just one fine minute there me wee friend, I mean, well... we aren't finished with our readin' lessons, now are we?"

Charlie replied: "Well now Landru, me ogre friend, you've got the basics down lad. I really feel as though ye can take it on yer own from here. I really must be movin' on. Leprechauns get a bit itchy if they stay in one place too long, ye know."

Landru didn't know what to say. And he certainly wasn't goin' to cry, he bein' an ogre and all. So he retreated into his bedroom and refused to come out to say goodbye.

"Dear dear," said Charlie, "Whatever are we to do me little newt friend?"

But it was clearly time to go. So out the door Charlie went, not really sure where he was headin' to, but confident that there were new adventures waitin' fer him out on the road. But as it was, Charlie didn't get too far before somethin' stopped him dead in his tracks. Somethin' so fearful that he thought he'd wet his pants right there where he stood. A pack of seven wolves - no eight, had followed him and now refused to let him pass. The fact that they were all salivatin' madly informed him that they weren't there to watch him perform tricks! His poor newt shivered like he'd never shivered before, as he took refuge in Charlie's coat pocket.

Then, quite unexpectedly, Charlie heard a voice comin' from behind. Sure enough, it was Landru shoutin':

"Wait, wait! I've written a goodbye poem fer ye. Hold on me little leprechaun friend."

But when he caught up with Charlie he observed the precarious situation at hand. Just as the wolves appeared ready to pounce upon poor Charlie, Landru let out the loudest ogre howl that had ever been heard. Needless to say, those wolves ran off with their tails between their legs, never to return.

Charlie now said, his voice a quiverin' "Well now, I guess we showed 'em a thing or two didn't we lad? I was just about to take 'em on one by one before ye arrived. Good thing ye came, otherwise I'd have to wrestle with a guilty conscience for hurtin' the poor things, now wouldn't I?"

Landru just smiled and said: "I got ye pal. Now if it's not too much, why not come back for a bit. After all, ye left without breakfast, and I did write ye a farewell poem and all."

So off they went, back to Landru's modest little cabin home. Upon arrival, Landru quickly rustled up some carrot stew, from the very same recipe that Charlie had used on the first day that they met. Charlie had written the recipe down, and now that Landru could read, makin' it was a piece of cake!

After they had finished breakfast, Landru pulled out a crinkled up piece of paper with what looked like scribble on it. Charlie smiled as he prepared himself to politely applaud at what was likely to be a dreadful piece of verse. All got quiet as Landru stood up and began to read:

"The day we met I felt as though I really had to eat ye,
ye had no pot of gold fer me, I really couldn't keep ye.
But then I had a change of heart and found me new best friend,
I really wish ye wouldn't go, um, well... the end!"

Charlie tried to hold his emotions back but simply couldn't. After all, it was just a few short months ago that the ogre wasn't even able to read a simple recipe for leprechaun stew. Now here he was with his first attempt at writin', and poetry at that! So down came the tears as the two embraced. Charlie's newt popped his head out of Charlie's coat pocket and looked around at the familiar surroundin's. He wondered to himself whether or not he should begin callin' this little cabin home...

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