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The
Return of Ulf ó Flannagáin
Posted March 17, 2010
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Previously: When
Irish Eyes Are *Smirking*
Ulf ó Flannagáin: **pats
hands** There! Tha’s a good job o’ hidin’ tha’
gold. See if any o’ th’
Big Folk think for ta look there *chuckle* –
**stiffens** Wha’? – Who
be tha’ over there? D’ye think she saw annythin’?
Ulf ó Flannagáin: Here
now, lass – don’ ye be spyin’ on me! What did ye see
then, ye sneakin’ hussy?
Arsinoë: Presently, I see you, little man; otherwise, I was
deep in my own thoughts. And who might you be?
Ulf ó Flannagáin: I be
Ulf ó Flannagáin, I am, a leprechaun an’ proud o’ it!
Ha’ent ye ever heard o’ the Wee Folk, then, lass?
Arsinoë: Ah – I’d heard stories, but never the pleasure of
seeing one with mine own eyes. You are a charming example of your kind, I must
say –
Ulf ó Flannagáin: Ah,
lass, ye don’ know th’ half o’it…
say, I’m thinkin’ ye’d make
me a fine wife – what d’ye say, hm,
er, wot is your name, then?
Arsinoë: I am called Arsinoë… hmmmm, that is a splendid offer, Ulf ó Flannagáin,
that it is –
Arsinoë: Though I see you know nothing of vampires, which I shall gladly teach
you, starting with a little sip
**shows teeth** –
Ulf ó Flannagáin: AHHHH!
No, no, NO! Not b’fore th’ weddin’ night! –
Doileag Uí Flannagáin: Here
now, back, BACK, ye She-Devil! Leave me son alone, an’ sheath them daggers what
are yer teeth. By th’ Sign
o’ the Cross, back! **brandishes rosary**
Ulf ó Flannagáin: Ma!
Don’ hurt me future bride, an’ embarrass me into th’ bargain –
Doileag Uí Flannagáin: Hush,
ye little donkey! Ye’ll not be marryin’
this monster, nor any other lass –
Arsinoë: A pity you won’t be my mother-in-law –
Arsinoë: – but thank you for finding this – I misplaced it
long ago **takes rosary** –
Doileag Uí Flannagáin: Wha’ – God’s own has no effect on ye! How can this be? What
makes ye so strong?
Arsinoë: I see you believe that old chestnut, that vampires
cannot endure crosses and the like. I am here to prove to you it is all
nonsense, as you can see. And since this is one I owned long ago, as thanks for
bringing it to me, I shall spare both your lives. None of your blood shall I
take; besides, the quantity produced between both of you would hardly wet my
tongue.
Ulf ó Flannagáin: See,
Ma, she be a kind lass, don’ ye think?
Doileag Uí Flannagáin:
*grumble*…
Doileag Uí Flannagáin: It be
time we takin’ our leave o’ this while we can, me
idiot son *grumble-grumble*. Come along, an’stop yer dallyin’! **yanks ear**
Ulf ó Flannagáin: OW, owwwowow, Maaaaa! Tha’ hurts, tha’
does –
Doileag Uí Flannagáin: Eh,
not so much as her fangs woulda done, ye little
nitwit –
Arsinoë: Considering my skill, it wouldn’t have hurt at all
*chuckle*… hmmmm… I’d forgotten just how lovely this
is… **humming**
And here’s a little postproduction outtake…
Ulf ó Flannagáin: Ma,
when will ye stop sittin’ on me, then?
Doileag Uí Flannagáin: I were
goin’ to say, when ye see sense, but then I realized
I’d be here the REST o’ me life!
Arsinoë: You two are the noisiest little creatures… give it
a rest.
Ulf and Momma are SO lucky Arsinoë didn’t put
the bite on them.
Shoe shopping has its ups and downs, as we see in the next story –
Putting a best foot forward – if there IS one!
