Dear Flora,

Dia dhuit! That’s how they say “hello” in Ireland, which is where I am now. I came over to go to a big party with some old friends of mine, and wow, what a party they had. These people are Leprechauns, and if you humans think I’m short, you should meet them.

I wasn’t sure where they lived (as this is my first time out of my enchanted forest), so I stopped in a shop with a sign that said, “Gypsy”. Surely, a gypsy would know where this party should be. It was funny, but I caught her on her way out to go to the very same party. So we walked there together.

The Leprechauns live in this big green, grassy hill, which doesn’t have a door. To get in, you have to find the magic stone near the bottom to get the hill to open. Of course, once I opened the hill, the noise from the party was really loud as the inside of the hill was so full of people and creatures. There were tiny fairies as well as a unicorn. I guess one year they invited a dragon, but she sneezed and her firey breath burned a couple of tables.

In the middle of the party, there was this big rumble and we thought it was an earthquake, but then the Drow showed up. Now, these guys look like elves, but they have black skin and white hair and they live deep underground, and they are pretty mean and nasty.

This one Drow steps forward and yells, “Enough of the noise! Every year it is the same, the noise that lasts for days!”

Some dwarf who had had too much to drink interrupted her and said, “For weeks if we can. Aye!”

Well, this really made her mad. She waved her magic wand and cast a spell which made it completely silent. Totally quite! She then smiled and disappeared. Well, how can you have a party if you can’t hear anyone? Clearly, we’d have to do something about this as the wee folk were starting to sober up.

Then I figured out how we could break the spell. I took a sheet of paper and wrote a message that every one could read, and they all started to clap. It was funny to watch everyone clapping but not hear a thing. Then I wrote another message that everyone could read, and they all started to stomp their feet. But that wasn’t breaking the spell either.

I wrote another message and every one started clapping their hands, stomping their feet and yelling as loud as they could. They were trying to make as much noise as they could, when a big pop happened and the spell was broken! And then all the noise everyone was making could really be heard. It was loud!

Now that the spell was broken, the party really got going. Maybe one of these days, I could take you to this place. You would love it. Not many humans attend, and the ones that do, often don’t leave for years.

Not sure where I want to go next, but I’ll write when I have time. Take care!
Love, Gingy