"Hey -psst- hey you! Yeah, you! You can see me can't you? I see you trying to act like you can't but you can can't you? You've caught me messing with Miss Jabberwock's blog, haven't you? It's alright, I'm not going to poke your eyes out! Not today anyway...
"Who am I? Why, I'm that merry wander of the night! I - Oh you've heard that one? Quite the reader aren't you? Well, shut up! No one likes a know-it-all. I'll bet you're wondering how I blend into all this masonry aren't you? Don't know that do you? Well, that's a bit to do with magic and a bit to do with genealogy. See, my mother is a gargoyle and my father is a phooka. I don't like to talk about it.
"What's a Phooka you say? You've never heard of a phooka? Well, well, well, not such a smarty pants now are you? I shall now elucidate. So pay attention!
"The puca hails from Ireland and are also known as pucks, like that ornery Robin Goodfellow. We do have the ability to shape-shift and change our skins, as that wonderful poet Yeats put it 'now a horse, now an ass, now a bull, now a goat, now an eagle'! Of course whatever shape we take looks most sleek and beautiful, usually in black. We like to keep it classy.
"November is really our time to shine you know, people used to leave us presents by the hills before that pesky St. Patrick and all his saints come marching in! Anyway, present! Phooka's love presents! And parties and jests and all sorts of merriment! For instance, it's most wonderful laugh for us to take the form of a horse and entice some silly soul to climb up on our backs and then ZOOM! We take them off on the wildest ride they've ever had in their whole life! And then - Ha HA! We drop them terrified and confused right in in a ditch or a swamp! You should see the looks on their faces! HA HA HA HA! Why aren't you laughing? Don't you think it a good jest? My cousin once flew that adventurer Daniel O'Rourke clear to the moon he did for sleeping under that walls of his castle! And we phookas have more in our repertoire than just that!
"My uncle once brought this lad that only knew how to play one tune on the pipes up to a grand party at the fairy hill and put a spell on his pipes so that he could play finer than any musician in Galway! The fairy women paid the lad with gold coins and a gander him a new set of pipes!
Well, when the lad went home and tried to play the knew set of pipes it sounded like the honks and whistles of a bunch of geese! And the next day the golden coins had turned to old leaves! HA HA HA! What a lark! but the lad must have learned something because when he went to play his old pipes again he made the most beautiful music anyone had ever heard.
"So you see, we're not all bad. And you won't spoil this little joke to Miss Jabberwock, now will you? There's a sport! Say, perhaps you'd like to come to a party with me tonight?"
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Resources:
Froud, Brian and Alan Lee. Fairies. Print.
Keightley, Thomas. The Fairy Mythology. London: Bradbury and Evans, 1850. pg 371. GoogleBooks. Web. 3 April 2015.
Yeats, W.B. Fairy and Folk Tales of Ireland. New York: Touchstone, 1998. Print.
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