Grandpa Oshaunasey's Dream
Grandpa Oshaunasey’s Dream
Raleigh walked along the heavily overgrown trail. Vines and dense foliage made finding the path difficult, but his determination and promise to his grandfather pressed him forward. Since an early age he had heard the folk stories about leprechauns and their infamous pot of gold. Although he wanted to believe his Grandpa, and all the wild stories told to him as a child; the existence of leprechauns was a little far fetched at best. He never spoke of his doubts, because he loved the stories and the way Grandpa Oshaunasey made them seem real.
Raleigh slashed forward with the machete trying to clear his way. This was far more difficult than he thought when he set out on this quest. His thoughts kept drifting back to things his grandpa told him. This was Grandpa Oshaunasey’s dream, to follow the secret path to the Leprechauns lair and the great treasures hidden with-in.
“Tis the grandest ‘ting ye’ll ever set eyes on Lad, it its” He’d tell Raleigh and his sister Mariel. “Many folks believe Leprechauns live in Ireland, boot thats why nary a one 'as ever found thier Pot-o-gold. Brigadoon is the ‘ome of generations o’ leprechauns, an all the Gold they’ve stolen or the years! Boot tis 'ere on Scotlands own Ben Nevis, an noot in Ireland. Find it an ye’ll be richer than all yer wildest dreams!” then Grandpa would smile and nod his head, “One day I’ll set out to find it and then we’ll all be rich! Boot it’s the startin point that ye’ve got to lay eyes too” he explained.” The secret known only by the Leprechauns themselves; Find that an ye’re on yer way.
Follow the path to Brigadoon, but ye must remember to set yer way back by leavein marks, or the leprechauns will confound yer return and keep all the gold to themselves.”
‘Find the startin point’ that’s what Grandpa always said. Raleigh always thought it was as the stories his grandfather shared. “On a day when rain falls from a cloudless sky, look for a tree on the north side of Ben Nevis, runin up from Bona Narrows; what cast its shadow to the sun lad, nary another like it. Find yer footin and keep yer wits about ya. If’in the Leprechauns catch wind o’ yer quest, tis the devil they’ll cast against ya.”
Raleigh never anticipated he would get this far. This was just going to be a hike up Ben Nevis, and he never expected to find that tree with its shadow towards the sun. Yet now here he was following the path he never believed existed. He was well on his `way, to discovering Brigadoon, the leprechauns and their stash of gold. How he wished his Grandfather were alive today and with him. ©
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Title :: Grandpa Oshaunasey's dream
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