This is an Irish short story, much like stories used to be told around the campfire - i love those. It is the first part of 2. A good friend #dukemeyer lent me his beautiful voice in order to be able to implement this idea. Thank you very much.
fairytale, backroundsounds and Soundtrack: #Grenzgaengerin
One day when Dálaigh O'Fleiarty was walking home through the woods, he heard a knocking, a hammering. He followed the sound until he came to a small clearing.
Hiding under a tree, he saw a very small man bent over a tree stump. He had a fiery red beard, and his long, equally bright red hair peeked wildly out from under a forest-green hat that seemed too big. A white shirt on green pants, Dálaigh recognized him immediately - although he had only known him from stories before, it must be a Lucharachán.
This little man was working on something leathery with his little tools.
Now the man knew that these beings hoarded wealth and gold, hidden in large quantities in secret places. But with those of the small people is not to be joked, you have to treat them with courtesy and respect, otherwise they can be very malicious and you take serious damage.
Well, thought Dálaigh, I'll sneak up cautiously, gently and quietly.