Story Time: The Little People
Have you ever seen a leprechaun? No? Not too surprising--they're notoriously shy of Big People. Mostly they leave us to our own devices. But should you see a small green man (only about half a foot high) with a top hat covered with shamrocks, it pays to be polite to him.
Oh yes, didn't you know? He can turn anything he wants into gold--a leaf, a cup of water. A gift of gold from a leprechaun brings you luck all your life.
The Scrumptious Kind!
And brownies, now...(not the scrumptious kind). He's another kind of Little People. He' s only about as big as your thumb, covered with soft brown fur, even his feet and his bare toes. He wears tiny walking shorts and suspenders, for decency's sake, but no shoes on his feet. He lives in your cellar, usually.
He's up to mischief, sometimes. Have you ever lost your housekeys, then found them again, in a place you've already looked? The brownie that lives in your basement took them, but he always puts them back. He loves doing that with all kinds of things.
He'll tease your cat, too. Has your cat ever started chasing something invisible to you in your backyard, then stopped chasing suddenly? The brownie led him a merry chase, then vanished, leaving your cat in the middle of the yard, a bit puzzled and abashed, perhaps.
Ah, but elves. So beautiful they are; not a sight many mortal eyes have seen to tell of; for those that do risk a never-ending enchantment, never to return to the "real" world again.
You can hear the elves singing, if you walk softly and listen close, in the green, green woods on a midsummer's eve. Those soft strains of fluted music touch your ear gently, from far away. Elvish music leaves tears in your eyes and an ache in your heart, for all that is beautiful and lost. Yoiur heart throbs with the great joy of such beautiful sounds, still in the world after all, and sorrow, for hearing but a faint echo from a time of mystery and power long ago, in a land far away. The song of elves will live in your heart forever.