WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU CROSS A LEPRECHAUN WITH A BEAR?

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone.
 
Maewyn Succat was the real name of St. Patrick, 

who died this day back in a time where myth and history eerily blend. 

It is said he used the shamrock to explain the Trinity, the Three who are One.

He was either Scottish or Welsh, or some even say French. Being a Lakota, Irish, British blend myself, I can relate.

Some legends state that he drove the snakes out of Ireland and contested with the very Sidhe themselves, but readers of my THE BEAR WITH TWO SHADOWS know the truth:

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In the tradition of St. Patrick's Day

Hibbs, the cub with no clue, who grew to become legend,

has a tale of a fateful meeting with a leprechaun for you:

Hibbs walked through the green tangle of trees and brush in search of something to fill his constantly hungry stomach. The cub was sad.

Spring was here. Winter was gone. So, too, was the Turquoise Woman -- off on one of her mysterious trips.

Snow made everything seem magical when you awoke to it ... just like the Turquoise Woman made each moment special ... if not deadly as well.

Now, both were gone.

"Faith!" chirped a voice above him.

Hibbs looked up through the velvet cover of the leaves. He went stiff. A little man, dressed in the oddest green clothes Hibbs had ever seen.

"It's me gold yer after, isn't it?"

"I can’t eat gold. But have you seen any blueberries?"

The small man looked shocked, then outraged. "You don't mean to be saying you have no yearning for my gold?"

Hibbs had quite enough of this strange two-legged. "I am yearning to be alone."

Hibbs ambled off in search of berries and solitude. The leprechaun leapt from tree to tree harassing the poor cub with a constant shrill barrage of insults for his lack of discernment.

The cub walked like this for some minutes when a swirl of snowflakes danced all around him, finally becoming the tall, regal Turquoise Woman.

Lightning hair tumbled along both sides of a face both terrible and beautiful beyond any singing of it as she tweaked his wrinkling nose softly.

"Did you not see the leprechaun fall out of that tree twelve paces back?"

Hibbs' face brightened. "Oh, that's wonderful!"

The Turquoise Woman frowned, "Wonderful?"

"Yes. I thought I had gone deaf!"

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