Welcome to Blarney's Blog
Who is Blarney, you might ask?
I am Blarney Killarney from the grand clan of Killarney Leprechauns.
A wee bit of Irish magic an' grand ol' fashioned Irish luck landed me in the Liverpool Public Library. Why might a leprechaun end up so far from Ireland? 'Tis a true tale that I tell. I was out for a stroll among the heather, when I happened along a couple of tourists. Now I have a little hobby of climbing into the backpacks of tourists because you never know what kind of interesting reading materials they might have, and I love to read. 'Twas so nice and warm inside the backpack that I found meself drifting off to sleep. Now, leprechauns do not sleep often, but when they gets their mind set to sleeping they can sleep for days. One minute I was reading snug in the tourist's backpack, and next thing I know I'm tucked away inside the pages of a book on a sale shelf inside a library lobby. To awake surrounded by books! What glorious fortune! 'Twas no small bit o' magic there. I no longer have to sneak into the backpacks of tourists. I have many lifetimes of reading materials here. I looked around for the best place to build my home, and noticed several nice young lassies above me, new friends, books from floor to ceiling-- what better place to call home?!
I'm a wee bit shy, so you will never see me, but you can write to me or visit my house located in the Children's Room of the Library.
Write to me:
Please place all letters in the mailbox located above my door
in the Children's Room at Liverpool Public Library.
Thank ye children o' Liverpool, I've n'ver received so many fine lett'rs before.
To everyone ask'n fo' gold 'n wishin', I'd like to grant ye deepest wishes, but leprechauns can't grant wishes until they're in their twilight years, usually around 400 years ol'. Tis with a heavy heart that I tell thee I can't give any of ye gold nor Wii games, nor the like.
Ye askin' 'bout pots o' gold at ends of rainbows. Sometimes leprechauns play tricks on humans with their pots o' gold 'n they hide them at rainbow's end, knowing it tis hard for humans to find a true rainbow's end. Rich be the human that does find it, 'n sorry be the leprechaun that loses his pot. A smart leprechaun be one that'll only hide a small pot o' gold, that way they have fun 'n don't risk losing ever'thin'. Leprechauns usually try this trick 'round St. Patrick's Day.
"I've been wondering what was going on under the American Girl Dolls. It's funny how you chose this place to be a home. Even though I also like to read books your house is cool but, why can't you open the door?
Thank ye for ye lett'r. Me door is magicial. I can open it whenev'r I gets me mind to it, but I keep it locked for oth'rs.