Leprechaun's of Craghallon - Poddley, Lyn
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The Slumbering Stables It was just another lively morning in Craghallon Village-or so Conner the leprechaun stable boy thought. The sun peeked over the treetops of the Enchanted Forest, casting a golden glow over the quaint cottages and cobblestone streets. Conner hummed a tune as he brushed the mane of Clover, a dappled gray pony who was his favorite. Clover snorted in contentment, her large brown eyes meeting Conner's with affection. But something was odd today. The stables, usually bustling with neighing ponies and the clatter of hooves, were eerily silent. Conner scratched his messy auburn…mehr

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The Slumbering Stables It was just another lively morning in Craghallon Village-or so Conner the leprechaun stable boy thought. The sun peeked over the treetops of the Enchanted Forest, casting a golden glow over the quaint cottages and cobblestone streets. Conner hummed a tune as he brushed the mane of Clover, a dappled gray pony who was his favorite. Clover snorted in contentment, her large brown eyes meeting Conner's with affection. But something was odd today. The stables, usually bustling with neighing ponies and the clatter of hooves, were eerily silent. Conner scratched his messy auburn hair under his patched green cap and frowned. "What's going on, Clover? Why's it so quiet?" He stepped out of the stall and froze. Every horse and pony in the stables was lying down, their eyes closed, their breathing soft and slow. It was as if they'd all drifted into the deepest of sleeps. Conner's sturdy boots echoed as he ran from stall to stall, calling out their names. "Buttercup! Chestnut! Starfire! Wake up, please!" But none of them stirred. The Leprechaun Queen was soon alerted to the crisis. She arrived at the stables in her flowing forest green gown, her silver hair shimmering in the morning light. Her violet eyes were filled with concern. "Conner," she said in her gentle but commanding voice, "this is no ordinary sleep. Something magical has bewitched our horses and ponies. Without them, our carts cannot deliver goods, and our village will fall into disorder. We must act swiftly." Conner stood straighter, clutching his leather satchel. "I'll find out who did this, Your Majesty. I'll fix it. I promise." The Queen placed a hand on his shoulder. "You have a brave heart, young Conner. Take this," she said, handing him a small golden charm in the shape of a horseshoe. "It will guide you on your journey. But beware-the path ahead will be dangerous, and not everyone you meet will have kind intentions."
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