A short Irish Tale

On the shores of Ireland, a jolly little clurichaun laid on the grass with a large bottle of wine. It rested on his belly after drinking all night along the coasts of what is now called Cork. He watched seas carry what looked like a long ship towards his beloved green Eire. Among his neighbors he heard talks of men from sea coming to raid and pillage the human folk on this island, which they had shared since the dawn of the Celts. He began to hick up whilst getting up from his drunken stupor. This little clurichaun had stolen the wine as mischief from a party of some famed bard in the local area. Picking up the large bottle he made his way towards the shore to greet these so-called raiders from the north or Norsemen. In a drunken serpentine-ant pattern he finally made his way to the beach. It was right on time with the long ship coming ashore. Because of his drunken state the clurichaun could not count how many there were coming out of the ship. His mind assumed there were more than a thousand Norsemen raiders coming off that one ship. The clurichaun waddled up to the leading Norsemen who was a renowned, and infamous Viking raider known as Agnar Ulfrikspearson. Agnar looked down at this little creature and bellowed out a laugh. His laugh was so loud that it echoed all over the area. The little clurichaun was far too drunk to tell what was happening or even see the details of Agnar’s face. Agnar was a cruel raider and a devious Viking. He picked up the clurichaun and punts the little guy into the sea.