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A Rare Tidbit of
The Curse Of Mullagh Na Sidhe

     In the small village of Ballyshannon, Ireland the rain beat down, the wind blowing in off the Atlantic to the west. Seeping in through the cracks and crevices, an old woman gave a shiver. A widow in her sixties, Margaret O'Neil was tired. Tired of the pain in her head and feeling so depressed it made her heart ache. Not one person in Beal Atha Seanaidh (Ballyshannon) cares a hoot, she thought. If I go to me mortal resting-place, there'll be no tears lost. Me husband, bless his eternal soul, will be waitin', she mused bitterly.
        Seated in the worn chair her husband had used for some ten years past, she wondered if her leaving would appease the evil floating around her head. Would her offspring live a better life for it? God knows, she thought. Me kids won't give a fiddler's damn, long as they gets the house.

A snippit of - Deranged Commuter

        When I was very young I lived on a farm in Arkansas. A small farm by most standards, two forty-acre lots tacked side by side; a farmhouse and a chicken coop on one, and cattle grazing, with a pond for watering animals, on the other.
        Being quite upper middle class we had two springs on the farm side, and one natural gusher for well water on the other.
        Dad had a horse named Roy that wouldn't do an effing thing except go trot, trot, trot, come to a sudden stop, then dump me on the ground.
Mom would say, "Oh Carly, you've got to learn to control that animal, if you don't watch out he'll kill you".
I never listened and I'd hop back up on Roy and he'd go trot, trot, trot, then put on the brakes, and over the top I'd go, landing unceremoniously in the stickle burs.
        Roy and I coexisted for four years and had quite a time, me trying to get a ride, and him bucking like crazy. When he wasn't busy throwing me off, he would emit copious amounts of gas from his posterior, then walk very slowly so I'd get big whiffs. Roy wasn't a very fun horse and I can't say I was sorry to see him go when Dad finally sold him.