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I caught Finn hacking my network back in the spring of 95'. Said he was working for the phone company, but I didn't believe him. Apparently, Finn had no idea whose computers he was hacking, and he wouldn't tell me what it was he was doin for the phone company neither. So I fixed on tricking the little bugger out of his pot of gold, and hopefully before he had a chance to put a curse on me.
I remember my Grand Dad, God rest his soul, telling me stories about fairies and leprechauns, among other things. Mostly what stuck in my mind was how crafty a leprechaun can be and how they were always scheming one thing or another. Well, I come from a long line of schemers and I've never feared no fairies, nope, never a bit of fear ever!
"I see you have a banshee in your network" said Finn.
"What?" I said, "Banshee? ooooh you mean my server".
"Server" his face was getting red and he had a very puzzled look about him, "Banshees serve no man nor even leprechaun", he said sternly, "Are you mad? Associating with the likes of them sssshee-devils will get you killed! You better tell me where your treasures are so there will be someone to tell your family when your gone".
Now I was having a bit of a hard time keeping a straight face. It was one of my computers to which he was referring and I could see that he really didn't understand the ins-n-outs of computers.
"Mad?" I said, "w-h-y I got that banshee in captivity so she can't be molesting any of the old folk here-about".
Finn stepped back, startled that any mortal could be so brave.
"More likely it's you that's been put under her spell."
And now he was waving that stick of his, nearly poking me in the nose.
"What's it to you?" I said to him. "Why should you care about us mortals? My only treasure is the skill to enslave the banshees, it's of no use to you".
"Aye" he said to me, "why should I?".
From his speech and his looks I could tell this was a very old leprechaun. Perhaps he's been on a long nap? I thought to myself.
"If your thinkin a particular leprechaun is subject to your spells"...
Now he was pointing at me with his other hand as well as the stick and waving them both around in an attempt to intimidate me and he said
"you'll be sadly mistaken"
with all the bravado he could muster as he took one long (for a leprechaun anyway) step towards me, nearly jumping off the floor as he did so.
Now at this point, I'm getting a little uneasy. He seemed a bit of a nutter and even a sane leprechaun, if there is such a thing, can be dangerous. So I tried changing the subject.
"What is it you want from me?".
There was a l-o-n-g pause before he stepped back, dropped both his arms and his head and shoulders slumped as well."I've lost me pot of gold."
Well if that don't beat all I said to myself.
To be continued (and probably revised) ...