“By the toads tail! Where is that noise coming from ?” said Willy Walsh loudly as he woke from a deep sleep after consuming several jars of mountain dew. His sun tanned head lifted off his favourite oak apple pillow as he addressed his fellow imbiber, Tom Trippit, who was lying next to him on the bank of a slow flowing river.
“Why ’tis no more than your old friend Flor the King of Kerry taking a bath” said Tom
“But why now when I needs me shleep ? ” asked Willy.
“Sure,’tis your own fault for complaining about him smelling like an old horse” replied Tom.
“I still don’t understand and why now. The Beltane courting is weeks away yet, we never bathes afore then” pondered Willy
“Yor memory ’tis failing ye Willy. Did ye not notice the Kisser woman he was with?
An’ the gorse is in bloom, so ’tis all go now to kissing an’ that.
Though I’d say his highness is well under her spell” said Tom.
“By the Great Green Toad ! I never suspected that they were planting together” said Willy.
“Aye’ tis bitten he is that’s for sure bathing in February” said Tom.
“An I never copped it. So that’s why he was buying all them drinks, a’h thought it was odd for a Kerry man to be so free with his gold. Must be a strong spell she got him under” mused Willy.
“Did ye notice how he lashed the drink into that old wan at corner of the bar, her what would drink off a scabby leg if it was free ? ” said Tom.
Ah’did so! Was amazing how word got round so fast that he was treating.
Why they came out of every hole in the ground, I’d say the cemetery was empty last night” replied Willy.
“Begad! We was fortunate to have met the fiddler along the way otherwise we’d have missed out on a great night out” said Tom.
The conversation ceased as each considered what had been said.
Soon the sounds of long, loud snores rippled the waters, rattled the brambles and flattened the grass for miles around as Willy and Tom went back to sleep.
THE END (and may be not)
Disclaimer: any likeness, nefarious or not, to living persons
is due to the authors lively imagination.
© MRL 2017
© MRL 2017