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About The "Hannah and the Leprechaun’s"
Deep in the heart of the Craghallon Enchanted Forest, where sunlight waltzed with shadows and the air sparkled with hidden magic, a small figure darted between moss-covered trees. This was Mickle, a mischievous leprechaun with a twinkle in his emerald-green eyes and a mop of unruly red hair peeking from under his tattered green hat. His patched coat flapped as he leaped over roots and dashed through ferns, his tiny leather boots barely making a sound. Mickle was up to one of his usual escapades: searching for shiny trinkets to add to his collection. His pouch of gold coins jingled at his side, and he grinned as he imagined the treasures he might find today. But as he hopped across a babbling brook, a strange sound stopped him in his tracks. "Ouch...help!" came a faint, plaintive cry. Mickle froze. That was no bird or animal. It was...a human voice.
Curiosity tingling in his toes, Mickle tiptoed toward the sound. Pushing aside a curtain of ivy, he spotted something that made his jaw drop. There, lying against the roots of an old oak tree, was a human girl. She looked about ten years old, with long chestnut hair in a loose braid and warm brown eyes glistening with tears. She clutched her leg, which was wrapped in a makeshift splint, and her scuffed sneakers were tangled in the grass. "A human child? Here?" Mickle whispered, scratching his head. He knew humans rarely stumbled into the Enchanted Forest. The Little People had worked hard to keep their world hidden, for humans were nosy and often caused trouble. The girl spotted Mickle and gasped. "Who...who are you?" Mickle puffed out his chest. "I’m Mickle, the cleverest leprechaun in all the forest. And who might you be, crashing into our secret world?" "I’m Hannah," she said softly. "I was hiking with my parents, but I got lost. Then I tripped and hurt my leg. I can’t walk."
Mickle frowned. He wasn’t one for helping humans, but something about her kind face tugged at his heart. Besides, leaving her here could mean trouble if other humans came looking for her and discovered the Little People’s village. "Alright, Hannah," Mickle said, scratching his chin. "Let’s see what we can do. But you must promise to keep our world a secret." Hannah nodded eagerly, wincing as she adjusted her leg. Mickle rubbed his hands together. "First, I’ll fetch the Leprechaun Queen. If anyone knows what to do, it’s her. You stay right here."
Before Hannah could reply, Mickle darted off, weaving through trees until he reached the hidden entrance to the Leprechaun Village. Tiny homes carved into mushrooms and tree trunks glimmered with lantern light, and the air buzzed with the chatter of the Little People. Mickle didn’t stop until he reached the grand hall, where the Leprechaun Queen sat on her throne of golden leaves. The Queen, with her piercing green eyes and flowing auburn hair, listened intently as Mickle recounted his discovery. Her expression was stern.
