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Inconspicuous I

Great adventures in magic realms



Copyright 2017 Ruxandra Duca

Published by Ruxandra Duca at Smashwords




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Table of Contents

Chapter One - A rainbow is born

Chapter Two - Something’s missing

Chapter Three - No leprechaun

Chapter Four - Treasure hunt

Chapter Five - Magical

Chapter Six - A captive ball of steam

Chapter Seven - Gary talks business

Chapter Eight - Many coins

Chapter Nine - Down the river

Chapter Ten - Judging wind

Chapter Eleven - Landing on a rooftop

Chapter Twelve - Looking for a clue

Chapter Thirteen - Not really a person!

Chapter Fourteen - Follow the map

Chapter Fifteen - Riddle me this!

Chapter Sixteen - The Moon was friendly

Chapter seventeen: That’s one angry tree!

Chapter eighteen: More knowledge? Why, thanks!

Chapter nineteen: Farewell to the emerald island!

Chapter twenty: The fairies …

Chapter twenty-one: Ph… Ph… I still can’t remember!

Chapter twenty-two: A story!

Chapter twenty-three: Sailing to Hy-Brasil

Chapter twenty-four: Hy-Brasil is near!

Chapter twenty-five: A happy reunion

Chapter twenty-six: The other side

Chapter twenty-seven: Off they go!

Chapter One - A rainbow is born



Once upon a rainy day, somewhere very far away, a patch of grassy land seemed to be bloating up atop a small earthquake that scared off the ants and the ladybugs. A colorful butterfly had just set off, proclaiming the end of the world. But what did he know, wondered the ants and the ladybugs, since they had merely thought that the planet was snoring...

And lo and behold, for a sudden outburst of air, perhaps a yawn, since the Earth was so caught up in a dream, brushed off the small wings of the fleeing butterfly. Seven airy stripes of color soon adorned the cloudy sky, as the bees and the ladybugs applauded with many hands.

“Mother’s having a beautiful dream today!” they cheered together, because - you see - they were so fond of Nature!

And just as they prepared to return underground and among the grass blades, a sudden second earthquake made the Earth explode under their tiny feet.

Troops of butterflies and bees caught the free-falling little insects and, together, they watched a pair of pointy ears emerging from the ground.

Chapter Two - Something’s missing



A pair of emerald-green eyes beheld them from below.

“Where am I?” resounded a muffled voice.

Of course they did not answer! You ought to never talk to strangers and they knew it, and especially not to a giant that just destroyed your home!

And since this large creature observed how they would not offer any details, he simply pulled himself out of the ground, trying a little bit too hard, since he could not - apparently - place a foot into the muddy walls below.

Now, where’s my gold?” he inquired angrily, and all the insects quickly looked at each other.

“A leprechaun!” cheered a young bumble-bee.

“A what? Where?! Come back with my gold!”

“He’s crazy! Crazy... Crazy...” whispered the little beings.

“Aren’t you the leprechaun under the rainbow’s end?”

The large thing looked up to find the source of the voices. “I am no leprechaun!” he muttered then, shoving both hands inside the hole he had just climbed out of, bending his knees in a heartbeat, and suddenly giving out a screeching sigh.

He pulled and pulled, and even cried a little, for the more that his precious hiding place came out, the better he could guess that it was empty.

“The pot! Pot... Pot...” the insects whispered again. “It’s empty... Empty...”

“Empty!” the large creature squealed when it was fully out - a copper pot indeed, five times his size! He sat down and cried, and little spiders made a fuss, because his tears flooded their hiding places.

Who are you, Giant Thing?” one finally addressed him, and the large creature wiped his eyes and squinted them to see a little greenish many-legged being sitting on his arm.

Chapter Three - No leprechaun



“You’re not one of the people, are you?”

He squinted even more, because it seemed that this small creature was gesticulating frantically as it squeaked on.

“I’m not one of the what?”

“The people! People!” squeaked the little spider yet again.

“Peephole?”

“No, no!” The spider gently slapped his tiny head with a hand, and the butterflies covered their eyes with their antennae, and the bees buzzed dramatically as the ants giggled.

“Oh, he’s unbelievable!”

“So, anyway.... Do you have a name?”

“A name...” the giant repeated, scratching his head.

“Oh, can we keep him?” exclaimed one of the smaller butterflies.

“We could call him Mimmy!” replied one of the bees.

The ants protested angrily, running around in circles. “That’s a girl’s name!”

“It doesn’t have to be...” retorted the bees. “And we can’t know he’s not really a girl, can we?”

Are you a girl, Giant Thing?”

“I am a dwarf, if you must know!” he pouted, then kicked the empty pot again.

“He looks more like a leprechaun,” observed a butterfly. “Can somebody tell him?”

I’m a dwarf!” he repeated furiously, putting both hands on his hips and bending forward to come closer to the flower that the colorful observer sat on. “Dwarf!”

The butterfly flew to his nose’s level, only to answer “You’re too small for a dwarf!”

“Whaaat?”

“Yes, I said it! Too small! And look at those ears!”

A bee suddenly pulled the butterfly by the wing to whisper in his ear. “Let him have it, my friend,” for after carefully feeling his long, pointy ears with both hands, after running to the eye of water and peeping in, the poor thing pulled the pot upside-down upon himself and started to cry.

“Don’t be like that, Mimmy...” scolded the smaller butterfly. “I used to be a caterpillar...”

“Yeah, cheer up, guy!” buzzed the bee, knocking against the copper.

“It’s a girl!” insisted the smaller butterfly.

“A guy!”replied the bee.

“Obviously a leprechaun!” yelled the other butterfly.

“Can’t we keep him, Mommy Nature?” asked the small one yet again, pulling at a grass blade.

“I’m a dwarf!” sobbed the muffled voice, before lifting the pot to come out.

“There-there, Mimmy,” whispered the colorful thing, patting him on the cheek with small wings.

The long-eared being burst into a sob again.

“As I was saying, I used to be a caterpillar... Maybe you’ll grow into a dwarf, just as I grew into a butterfly...”

“How about ‘Dimmy’?”

The Giant’s face suddenly brightened up as his eyes cleared, and he quickly pulled at the crumpled edges of his collar and put a hand through his hair to arrange his tangled golden locks.

“Dimmy!” he whispered gently, with raised eyebrows and sparkling eyes.

“It’s a good name!” observed the older butterfly. “It suits a leprechaun just fine!”

He’s a dwarf, if he wants to be one!” squeaked the little greenish spider that had been dangling by a silk thread tied to his pointy ear. “Dimmy...” he proclaimed solemnly. “ Dimmy the Dwarf!”

Chapter Four - Treasure hunt



Now Dimmy had no idea how and why he had been born by Mother Nature. What he knew was that instinct had aroused in him the wish to find his gold.

Of course, the cynicism of his old butterfly watcher was more than useless.

“Leprech -- Errr... Dwarves at rainbow’s end always have their gold. So... Where’s yours?”

Dimmy had no idea! So, he started searching, and he climbed down the empty hole in the ground where his pot had been buried, and he dug, thinking that maybe his gold had somehow been misplaced.

But his gold was nowhere to be found, and as his new friends proceeded to encourage him, his trust in the matter began to dim.

“Now... Suppose that, by an unfortunate chance, your gold has been stolen!”

“No! No, no, no!”

And on he sought, and even inspected the little lake, and climbed on top of trees to scrutinize the distance for a possible thief...

“Why don’t you try to find some other leprechaun--”

“Dwarf!” he protested firmly.

“...dwarf... To help you in your quest?”

Now the old butterfly - Rory was his name - had come, within those two short days, to suffer from a severe case of hatred. He could not see why that obnoxious little stranger could not seem to stop running around.

“And if it’s so important... Why did you lose it?”

Dimmy had no idea, for he had just been born!

“Mother Nature always whispers to her children...” said then the smaller butterfly. “Did she not tell you?”

“I can’t remember...”

Rory was reasonably stupefied. “Well, how could you forget something so important?”

But then, the Lilly-bee came dragging after her a piece of honeycomb. “It’s yellow and sweet, and people steal it every now and again. Does it look anything like your gold?”

Dimmy looked at and tasted the sticky concoction, and after a second mouthful, decided that gold must have definitely been... solid.

“Ahem...” Rory pretended to be clearing his throat. “Find another ...dwarf!” he repeated, rolling his eyes.”An older one... He might be able to tell you about your gold. Only - for Nature’s sake - stop crushing the grass blades. You’ve made a path already!”

Chapter Five - Magical



What could Dimmy do? He didn’t know where other dwarves lived, and neither did he know how to travel all the way to where they might have been.

“Have you considered riding a bird?” asked Johnny-ant.

“Not really, no...”

“Then shall I introduce you to my feathery friends?”

“I... suppose...”

So Johnny asked his friend Lou - a pigeon of the highest class - but the pigeon said: “The eagles would rather eat him than give him a free ride,” so Dimmy thought on.

And right at the moment when all faith had fled, after the stormy rain had just given birth to a new rainbow, a magnificent idea lit his eyes anew.

He pushed his copper pot under the rainbow’s end, but the rainbow refused to stick!

“Oh!” he observed, quite disappointed, and as he tried to put a hand into the brilliant purple of the airy wonder, he saw that, as he touched it, the thing vibrated in the gentle breeze much like a piece of soft fabric.

So what he did next was a thing that can defy all logic! For, you see, he might have been a dwarf, and maybe even a bit of a leprechaun --

Nope! Still not a leprechaun!”

...but Dimmy, right against his identity crisis, was still magical!

Thus, he proceeded to tie the rainbow’s ends to the handles of his copper house. Of course, that took a lot of time, folding them over, pulling them out - why a rainbow is a hard thing to deal with!! And Rory fussed around even more, for Dimmy was crushing the grass and nearly stepped on an old relative of the grumpy butterfly.

And when his masterpiece was done, as he pondered the possibility that his newly made “air-balloon” might not really take off, a second muffled voice - quite sleepy, to be honest - raged shortly: “Hey!”

Chapter Six - A captive ball of steam



“Let go of me, you monster!”

The butterflies, ants and the bees quickly hid in the crown of a nearby tree.

“Let go, I tell you!”

Dimmy stood petrified, for the voice seemed to be coming from the rainbow that pulled forward, then backward, then swelled and fought to break the bond!

“Are you alive, Mr. Rainbow?” trembled the voice of little Lilly-bee.

“What are you talking about, you dreadful creature! Let go! I protest! I protest before the Martial Court of Natural Justice. I know my rights!”

”What is it talking about?” they choired briefly, and as they all refused to come closer to the talking ...thing... the latter started crying, so sorrowful and penitent that they trembled when it finally blew its nose.

“No! You’re flooding my pot! Stop crying!” begged the dwarf.

I did not mean to scare away the ants, Judge! I did not mean it! I have a family! You must understand!”

Little Dimmy quickly covered his mouth with a hand to choke a savage fit of laughter, and the butterflies flew nearer to the struggling entity.

“Sting it, Nana!” cheered a bumblebee. “Sting it now! Ha! Ha-ha!”

“No, don’t sting it!” shouted Johnny-ant. “You’ll go to honey land if you do!”

“Well, should I or should I not sting it?” trembled the voice of the old bee.

“Think of the children!” wept the cloud.

“Johnny! Johnny!” cheered the bumblebee again. “Hit it with that rock there!”

The ant looked at him as if he spoke Chinese and Dimmy felt, for only a short while, that he had been privileged not getting stuck... “Boy, is he mean,” he observed sorrowfully.

“Jim has always been a bully,” observed Johnny-ant. “Shame on you, Jim!”

The bumblebee quickly drew aside as even his yellow stripes turned black with anger.

“Stop muttering! We can all hear you!” yelled furious Rory. “Now, about you, Mr...”

The swollen rainbow took a short break from its wild cries and spasms.

“Look, Mr. Rainbow,” spoke Dimmy then mercifully. “I need to find my gold. Well...the thing is... I don’t really know where to look for it... And I thought, since you’re so high up... that you could help me in exchange for some of it... when I do find it, of course!”

“Gold, you say...” sobbed the weeping thing. “Well, you’ve clearly made a mistake. I’m not the rainbow...”

“Ah!” screamed the insects in utter horror.

“He’s not the rainbow!”

“Not the rainbow!”

“Yes, I heard him...” whispered frightened Dimmy. “What - who are you then?”

“Well, I,” said the thing tremblingly, “... am a cumulonimbus!”

“Fancy that!” thought the unknowing dwarf. “Can you cast a spell?”

The thing snorted violently. “A spell? Like hail and a few tornadoes?”

No!” cried the dwarf, grabbing and pulling at his pointy ears despairingly. “A spell to bring back my gold!”

The cumulonimbus swelled even more, and steam suddenly seemed to escape the dilated pores of the airy rainbow.

“Oh, I get it,” it observed casually. “You think I’m a cumulus. But I am a cumulonimbus...”

Dimmy took a few steps forward, fearfully trying to gaze under the colourful rainbow.

See, lad... Magic isn’t really my speciality...”

“No...” mouthed the heartbroken dwarf. “But... Could you make a tornado to lift the grass so I can look aroun--”

“Evil! Evil, greedy rascal!” shouted Rory and the dwarf’s eyes quickly filled with tears.

Lad,” said the cumulonimbus then. “Would you come closer so I can see you?”

Grief-stricken Dimmy went closer to the pot, trembling from all his heart and soul, and as he did, he found that he had mistakenly captured a cloud under the silky rainbow.

Chapter Seven - Gary talks business



“Oh, Mr. Cloud... I most honestly did not mean to scare you...” explained Dimmy. “But, you know, I meant it when I said that I would pay... I just need to find--” He briefly glanced at the steaming grumpy butterfly. “...I’ll pay you...”

The cloud swelled unexpectedly.

“Where do you want to go?”

Dimmy took a while to think, for he had no idea...

“I think ...I would like to meet some other dwarves... You know... To ask about--”

“The gold.... A bit of an unhealthy obsession, is it?” observed the cloud, and Rory snorted furiously, though so faintly that he was barely heard!

“I told him and told him! He just won’t listen!”

“Now, Mr. Rory... What did we talk about?” asked Dimmy only a little bit less ashamed, for Lilly-bee had just whispered in his ear that he should definitely be more confident about his peculiar dream.

“You are no leprechaun.... Dwarves are way more popular... People stole your gold... Should I stop?”

“That’s not fair!” Dimmy almost shouted.

“Don’t raise your voice, young dwarf, or you might lose those pointy ears!”

“It’s not fair!” mouthed the dwarf, kicking a little rock as he walked away.

The rainbow-balloon came flying along.

“I don’t care much for treasure, lad... But I would most certainly love to travel the world again, and again, and again...”

“Haven’t you seen it already?” asked the dwarf as the cloud seemed to have fallen prey to a dream of its own.

“Indeed, I have... But, Dimmy-boy... The things you see... The things you learn... The things you find... Oh, but they’re priceless! Plus, I’ve been hanging atop the old island for quite enough, thank you!”

“The old island? Were there dwarves or... Coins?”

The cloud cleared its hoarse voice, then sneezed again, dropping several more tears into the copper pot. “There definitely were treasures!”

Chapter Eight - Many coins



“Treasures...” thought Dimmy quickly. “Did you, by any chance, see peepholes hoarding coins?”

“People, for Nature’s sake!” intervened Rory while he unsuccessfully tried to poke the cloud with his antennae.

“I saw many people, indeed... But what they had were papers...”

Dimmy gave out a scream of horror. Why, papers are useless!

“And plastic things...”

“Ha!” shouted the old butterfly.

“And, yes, if I recall correctly, they did have coins...”

“Oh!” thought the dwarf, lighting up in a smile.

“Yes - yes! Silverish, yellowish, and some just like your pot here...”

Well, that ought to have been a lot of help, for Dimmy suddenly had a brilliant idea!

“I’ll find a people... And then I’ll ask for my gold... And then I’ll bury it back here, and then I’ll... I’ll...”

A ladybug landed on his cheek as he thought on.

“Oh, what an adventure it would be to travel the world, little dwarf! I’ve asked and asked, but Mommy Nature said that I should grow before I go... But do you know that I have grown, and... those there - on that white rose ...well, they are my nieces and nephews. My husband did go in an adventure... But he never came back... I presume he forgot. Well, of course, he always forgets things... Like when I told him to mind the children. I’d have had a perfectly normal 10th daughter, but he had to hire a bumblebee to babysit... And bumblebees are all ...well, lazy... So, little Conna got adopted by a merciful ant... And I have tried and tried to tell her that she looks nothing like the other ants... But--”

“Ah, what does it matter?” asked Jack Bumble, rubbing his sleepy eyes. “I’ll tell you, Dimmy, my boy: go on an adventure. We’ve always been too small to travel big...”

And, of course, the island is a beauty... And you might find gold anywhere, but when you will have found it, what will you do next?”

Dimmy withdrew under the crown of the nearby tree, sat down, and pulled his little knees to his chest.

“What will I do next?” he wondered too, and when he saw that an answer would not come, he fell asleep.

Chapter Nine - Down the river



The next morning, the Shannon glowed brilliantly white in the seething sun, as Dimmy stood before it with an empty heart.

“An adventure...” he mused briefly. “I’ll go on an adventure!”

Lilly-bee buzzed around his pointy ears as he admired the long, sparkling river. “Don’t travel South, Dimmy! Go East!”

Little trampling feet marched on towards his copper pot.

“And take notes, Dimmy-boy!”

“Of castles!” said Lilly-bee dreamily.

“Yes, yes! And giants!”

“And - maybe - of little butterflies who live the dream!”

“What dream?” answered Dimmy unknowingly.

The dream, you know...” answered Rory. “We’ve heard it’s quite some thing in some parts...” he continued, pouting with all his might at the end of the sentence, as if Dimmy should have known about this dream of which they spoke!

The dwarf drew soft patterns on the glistening water, as the greenish spider once more flew down on a silky thread tied to his pointy ear.

“Take notes of wonders, lad! There are many, all around the globe!”

So with the rainbow-copper pot balloon, the little dwarf did plan to circle the Earth, and he didn’t even know what the Earth was! Of course, Rory had assured him that he would fly over the edge of the planet... “And hopefully never return!” he had muttered, pulling at some faint grass blades that the dwarf had stomped on.

Johnny-ant had told him a brief story about the lights up in the sky - which he called “the great blue ocean that spares us!” for the daytime and “the great mud that we can’t go to, but oh, how awesomely beautiful are those fireflies... Oh, especially that reddish goddess that moves ever so slowly!” Well, of course that’s a nonsensical name for just about anything, but Johnny was in love with a planet, although he had no clue! So “the great mud that we can’t go to, but oh, how awesomely beautiful are those fireflies... Oh, especially that reddish goddess that moves ever so slowly!” had given the dwarf enough nightmares, for if - according to Johnny - there was another mud up in the sky, his gold was forever lost!

He slowly pushed his pot into the water. “Just till the wind tickles our cloud a bit!” he assured Lilly-bee, and the cloud - Gary was his name, as you may have already guessed - smiled a large smile that let a sun ray through.

“Float to the edge!” grinned the old butterfly, but Dimmy was not even upset. He would miss this small creature and his little heart knew it, and he suddenly wished to ask Rory to follow him all the way, but Gary had promptly whispered of flowers, trees, and honey land, and even if honey land did sound awfully sweet, our dwarf could tell that there was a certain sinister air about it...

So, as the pot glided swiftly along the Shannon, Dimmy looked back regretfully, for many were the friends he left behind, and most had no clue that he felt this way about them, but nonetheless happily, for he would find his treasure.

Chapter Ten - Judging wind



“Just where do you think you’re going?” whispered a harsh voice as his balloon seemed just ready to take off.

“Um... Who said that?”

The cloud pushed forward a pair of googly eyes. “You heard it too, huh?”

Well, the voice seemed to be coming closer...

“Where do you think you’re going, leprechaun?”

Dimmy straightened up, preparing to give his speech again, for he so hated it when beings classified him as anything but a dwarf! But on he sought and nobody was in sight, and then the voice whispered again. “Hello-oh!”

Gary darkened and trembled.

“I’ll have you know that you may not steal a rainbow! And what is this about you’ve taken a cloud hostage?”

“Judge?” asked Gary. “Judge Winder?”

“Aye, me lad. It is I that seeks to know the truth. So tell me: for how long have you been under the spell of this little fraud?”

You see, Judge Winder was quite a trickster, but Dimmy did not know that, so he quickly hid under the curved rim of his copper pot.

“Long-ears, you are under arrest!”

“Why?” squeaked Dimmy almost breathlessly.

“Old Winder, my friend, go gentle on the poor soul!” begged Gary.

“Did you, or did you not destroy the lodging of several families, including but not limited to the Ladybugs, the Ants, and the Butterflies?”

Your Honour... You see... I did not mean to--”

“Have you the nerve to interrupt me, boy?”

Dimmy trembled shortly.

“And where do you think you’re going? Have you the gold to pay your fine?”

Dimmy negated with a head shake. “But... You see... Peoples have stolen my gold! It is them you need to arrest!” he answered angrily. “It was my gold! I did not steal the rainbow. Ask it!”

However, the rainbow seemed quite unwilling to cooperate.

And you mean to tell me that “peoples” stole from you? What did you have? You look quite… poor!”

This was indeed the first time when Dimmy took a look at himself. What was that nosy voice talking about? Well, of course he was not coated in gold, and neither did he have diamonds or anything to put him into perspective, but he was not poor!

“I have many friends!” he answered tremblingly. “They’ve sent me to live the dream!”

“Ha, ha - ahem!”

“Don’t laugh! It’s not nice!”

“And what is this dream you’re gonna live, boy?”

Gary sighed with all his might.

“Well I’ll... I’ll...”

Let the poor dwarf in peace, Winder...” Gary scolded the Wind affectionately. “He’s just a kid!”

“Get my gold back!” yelled Dimmy to cover the increasing sound of the roaring Shannon.

“I’ll get you nowhere like that. Try again!” replied the voice.

Winder!” Gary called.

“It’s my gold!”

“Judge!” insisted the cloud.

The voice laughed softly. “Not good enough, lad!”

“Judge Winder!”

“Well, I object!” answered the dwarf.

“To what?” retorted the giggling voice.

“Windy!” shouted Gary to cover them both.

“Oh, come on, Gar! Just one more... Do you know the greatest treasure of them all, boy?”

Dimmy negated quickly while concluding that his copper pot seemed ready to sink. And just so, suddenly, the rainbow was filled by a violent gust of wind and pushed into the sky.

“Whoa!” screamed Dimmy, shook off of his feet.

“It’s knowledge!”

Chapter Eleven - Landing on a rooftop



“Knowledge...” thought Dimmy. “Well, obviously you can’t sleep on it at night! And it most certainly doesn’t shine or anything! And what about its inconsistency? You can’t fill a pot with it!”

Judge Winder was quite impressed.

“You’d make a good lawyer,” he said thoughtfully.

“So, is it any good?”

“Remember when the bees and ants and butterflies, and mostly, your spider friend told you to take notes?” asked Gary and Dimmy said “yes”. “That is knowledge, lad! If you take a piece of gold and give it to Lou, would that piece still be yours?”

“Well, it would still be mine! I’d be the one giving it to him, wouldn’t I?”

“Wrong!” thundered the wind. “It would be Lou’s!”

“But... But then what’s something you can give without losing, Judge?” asked the disappointed dwarf.

“Knowledge...”

“Yeah... And you don’t even need to be much of a philanthropist either!” continued Gary.

“A what?”

“A philantro--”

And Judge Winder was suddenly quiet as the small pot with its gigantic balloon approached the crenels of a tower. “Land us here, Gary!”

The cloud quickly set itself in place, and the rainbow set it free at once, falling down to cover the exterior of the tower’s edges.

Dimmy jumped out of his copper pot and pulled the hanging edges atop the building.

“Why stop, Judge?” he asked unhappily. “We’ve only just set out a little while ago!”

Winder stormed through his hair shortly.

“You’re a good lad, Dimmy... We’ll rest here today.”

“But...”

“We can’t be exposed, Dimmy-boy!” argued Gary swiftly. “Now, as you may well know, people are very much enthusiastic about lepre-- well, about your kind...”

The dwarf scratched the upper edge of his pointy ear as he looked into the distance.

“Yeah, so?”

“Well,” continued Winder. “The thing is, lad, that you’ve got a rainbow and an empty pot...”

“So?”

“So... Suppose they catch you!” thundered Gary convincingly. “And they say... Hand over the gold, Leprechaun!”

“I’m no--”

But they wouldn’t know that!”

“But I’d tell them!”

“Now suppose they wouldn’t believe you!”

“Then I’d tell them to give back what they stole!”

“That being...”

“The gold!”

“Ah, here we go again!” observed Judge Winder.

Gary sneezed and a few drops of rain fell outside of the tower’s edges.

“Stop arguing, lad. Now, go for a short walk, will you? I need to rest.”

Chapter Twelve - Looking for a clue



Now, Dimmy was very unhappy as he climbed down the rainbow and entered the first window he found open. Then, inside the dusty room, the view caught his attention for quite a while.

He slowly approached the shelf, all the more curious, for that very room seemed empty and deserted, paved with cold stone blocks, echoing steps from far below.

He climbed the library quite difficultly - for, you see, compared to human beings he was a little bit of a thing!

“Books...” seemed to whisper the empty room, and just as Dimmy turned to look behind, a tall creature with long red hair glared back from a shadowed corner.

“Peoples!” thought Dimmy quickly, forgetting even Gary’s lesson about singulars and plurals.

He stepped back again and again, until he found himself with his back against the wall.

“Who are you?” asked the female figure faintly.

“I... I... my pot is empty! I swear!”

“Pardon?”

“The pot! Empty! Let me go, please...”

“What were you looking for?” she asked almost noiselessly.

“G-gold,” stuttered the dwarf.

“Gold?” she repeated, quite surprised. “You never get enough, do you?” she then asked aloud, and a porcelain cup was smashed against the wall right next to his left hand. Dimmy screamed.

“Your kind has been here before! Get out!” she shouted angrily, grabbing a broom and trying to smash the little guy against the ground. “Gold!” she muttered furiously. “I’ll give you gold! The gold of a well-deserved spanking! With a broom!”

The dwarf ran and ran around, and even tried to climb the window to escape the fury of this tall being, but his little feet slipped time and again, until the rough straws of her weapon caught him under.

“I’ve told you little monsters that we have no treasures! Why do you never care to listen?” she asked, carefully lifting the broom to take a look at him.

“Giants...” panted Dimmy, trembling and awestruck. “Giants... Wind... Help!”

“Giants?” she laughed shortly. “Don’t you have enough coins hidden, little leprechaun?”

Dimmy shook his head quickly to negate the existence of any possessions.

“Well, where’s your gold then?” she asked next, bending over to take a better look at his teary eyes and sweaty forehead.

“I d-don’t h-have a-a-any!” he stuttered again as her red, long hair dangled in the cold air of the room.

“How fascinating!” she retorted, smiling a cynical smile.

“I s-swear!”

“Do you?!”

Dimmy nodded quickly to support his affirmation, and then went on: “I’m traveling in my copper pot, you see--”

A copper pot!” she exclaimed, visibly amused.

“Well, yes... My cloud, Gary, carries me places--”

“He does? Oh, that’s fantastic!” she went on with the same disapproving air.

“And Judge Winder pushes us, you know?”

“Oh, how adorable!” she exclaimed yet again, as Dimmy gained some unexpected confidence in himself. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Whaat?” he nearly squeaked.

“You can’t expect me to believe that!”

Dimmy carefully pushed away the dusty broom and cleared some cobwebs off of his blue jacket.

“But I do!” he answered calmly, nodding sincerely. “You see... My friends told me to bring back notes.”

Do tell!” she encouraged him derisively.

“Well, yes! And I will take notes and tell them about... Everything!”

“Really? Like what?” she retorted, giggling, and oh! just how much Dimmy hated those giggles!

“She’s just like Winder!” he thought suddenly.

“And who are these friends of yours?”

Dimmy straightened up before he could answer. “The bees, ants, butterflies, and the greenish spider. I’ve called him--”

She burst into laughter at the idea!

“Paddy...”

Then she quickly turned around, moaned a “Get out!”, then sat herself on the bed and started to sob.

Dimmy took a while to climb the window again. Grabbing the colourful hanging rainbow, he looked back at her with both regret and fury, then climbed all the way to the top, muttering angrily. “Laugh! Now it’s crying. Unbelievable! Unbelievable!”

“Who’s crying?” answered Gary quickly.

Dimmy searched his googly eyes as he prepared to answer the question. “That ...dreadful people!”

“Person!” howled Winder.

“A person? Where?” asked the cloud.

“Well...” answered Dimmy, arranging his tangled blonde hair. “There. In that room...”

“You met a person, lad?” hissed Winder. “What was it like?”

“Well... Um... It laughed...”

“Did it, now?”

“Oh, shut it!” answered Dimmy furiously. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s just like you, Judge!”

The Wind was suddenly quiet.

“That’s telling him, Dimmy!” laughed Gary. “Now, about that crying person, was it a man or a woman?”

Dimmy searched his thoughts, but he had no idea whatsoever.

“What are those?” he asked quickly, and just as sure did the wind hiss in his pointy ear.

“She’s a woman...”

“Now, lad... See, women are sensitive things... Errr... What did you say?”

Dimmy had to search his thoughts yet again as he slowly patted the colourful rainbow. “Well, I was telling her about my friends... Then she laughed... Then she started crying...”

“Oh, maybe she’s lonely...” observed the Wind. “Yes, I’ve been lonely... Hard life, kid... Go back and apologize.”

“Apologize for what? It’s not my fault that she’s bitter! That’s why she’s lonely! I bet--”

“Go back at once, obnoxious leprechaun!” roared Winder, pushing the dwarf off of the edge and letting him hang by the rainbow he had just grabbed in his fall.

“I’m a dwarf!” protested Dimmy angrily, and a short muffled giggle caught his ears.

“Are you?” asked the red haired woman faintly.

Dimmy was actually content, for she had stopped sobbing!

Ah-ham!” he answered confidently.

“Go kiss the Blarney! You’re anything but!”

The dwarf felt quite belittled, for how dared this annoying creature laugh in his face again!? He looked up to the crenel, and saw a large thumb-up emerging from his cloud. “Okay...” he thought.

“What’s Blarney?” he asked quickly, trying to rid himself of the nagging thought that she had made fun of him.

“Why, Blarney is a stone!” she observed. “Everybody knows that! You should go kiss it sometimes. Maybe it would get rid of that awful stutter!”

“Are you typically unkind?” he asked then.

“No. It’s just that... Well... You’re no dwarf.”

“And you, Miss, deserve to have no friends. Anybody who finds the thought of having a spider friend so bad as crying deserves to have no friends. Poor Paddy’s heart--”

The woman burst into sobs yet again as Dimmy stood dumbfounded.

“Would you like to see my copper pot?” he asked briefly, and she laughed again.

“A copper pot... A dwarf in a copper pot...”

“It’s on the roof, you know? I wish I could have brought Paddy--” and she started sobbing again!

“Stop saying that!” hissed Winder outside the window.

“What? Pa--”

“Yes, Paddy, lad!”

Hearing the Wind protest, the dwarf jumped off the window frame and climbed the chair next to the bed, and then the table.

“Paddy never came for me...” she whispered softly.

“Well, I’ll bring him next time,” said Dimmy, and suddenly he thought he heard somebody slapping his own forehead.

“What a tomfool!”

“The spider, I mean...” he observed quickly, and the red haired woman laughed briefly.

“Of course,” she answered.

“So, what’s a Blarney stone?” he asked, willing to change the subject.


Chapter Thirteen - Not really a person!



She stood up and reached for a book with green, hard covers.

“Do you know what country you’re in?” she asked.

“The old island!” he answered, remembering the cloud’s words.

“I’m Ann, by the way, and though it is an old island, Ireland deserves to be known by name.”

Dimmy got closer to her as she started browsing through the book. “Stories!” he thought.

“Where are you going next?” she asked.

“On an adventure!” answered the dwarf.

“And you’ll take notes as you said?”

“Well, yes!”

“And do you plan to visit Dublin too?”

What’s that?” he inquired, and Ann went on to explain.

It turned out that Dublin was the capital city of the “old island” and that they were mere hours away, in the top room of a castle called Foulksrath, in a county Kilkenny, somewhere in the South of the patch of land!

“Wow!” thought Dimmy. “And just about how big is this island?”

“I’d say it’s pretty big, young dwarf,” she observed.

“And what’s after the end of it?” asked Dimmy.

“Water!” she answered serenely. “And some more land... But mostly water...”

“How about dwarves? Are there any?”

Ann browsed her thick book quickly, taking a look even at the contents page, and then she seemed to be making quite an effort thinking, and thinking, and--

“Are there?”

She quickly gave out a heart wrenching scream.

“What? What is it?” asked Dimmy, almost hysterically.

“Green!” she sobbed. “Green ... Little monster!”

“Good day, my fair lady!” squeaked a little voice.

“Paddy?” asked Dimmy in a heartbeat.

“Paddy...” sobbed Ann and then she started to cry again. “He never came for me!”

“Yes, Padraig Web, at your service, madame!” answered the spider, swiftly plunging down from the pointy end of Dimmy’s ear. “Why, don’t cry, beautiful lady, for I shall enchant you with a limerick! Shall I?” asked the spider in a long squeak.

Ann wiped her eyes and blew her reddened nose. “Would you?”

“A what?” inquired Dimmy unsuccessfully, for the little thing seemed charmed by the presence of the redhead.

“There once was a spider named Pat,” began the little thing somberly.

What’s a limerick?” insisted Dimmy.

“It’s a county in the old island,” whispered Judge Winder.

“Who loved writing rhymes -- fancy that!” continued the spider, taking a bow.

“A poem,” whispered the seemingly dispersing cloud that was floating softly outside the window.

”And dreamed of a world where his every small word...” recited the bug.

“Well, is it a poem or a county, then?” asked clueless Dimmy.

“Could be heard by the giant who stepped on his papa...”

“Oh!” exclaimed Ann. “Did he, really?”

“That’s not a limerick!” roared Gary, and Ann’s eyes quickly fell on the mist outside the window.

“Who said that?” she asked breathlessly.

“It’s my cloud, Gary!” answered Dimmy.

The woman ran to the window to behold the talking anomaly, and just as sure, outside the building, there was a faint cry “Look! In the window! Bring the camera!”

“The last line is supposed to rhyme,” argued the cloud.

“Well, excuse me for being a nonconformist!” squeaked the spider.

“What about the camera, Red?” asked Winder.

Ann quickly ran to her bed, grabbed the book and placed it back on the shelf.

“I’m not supposed to move anything...” she explained. “It’s like...they don’t even know I exist!”

Sudden approaching footsteps echoed, accompanied by voices.

“Hide! Quickly!” she commanded, and Dimmy swiftly ran under the bed.

When the door opened, Ann stood motionless in the middle of the cold room.

“I didn’t mean to!” she whispered.

“And there’s the smell of lilac again!” they observed - a man, a woman, and a young lad.

Dimmy looked at them shortly from under the hanging bed sheet.

“We’ve told you to leave this house!” they said next.

“But I live here!” answered Ann.

“Leave or we’ll bring a priest!”

“But where would I go?” she answered beggingly as they slammed the door behind them.

Oh, I get it!” remarked the windy counsellor of the dwarf. “You’re a ghost...”

“I’m not a ghost,” replied Ann sorrowfully. “They’re just mean.”

“They walked through you...” intervened the dwarf. “Here, Pad-- Pat... Try to walk through me!”

“Are you out of your mind?!” squeaked the spider, and then turning to the red haired woman: “Allow me to play you a song, milady...”

“A ghost!” snorted Gary. “I once knew a ghost... She was lonely, and sad, and waited for her husband, on a cold bridge, in Dublin...”

Pat had already acquired an old wooden splinter, had tied a few silky webs around it, and had started to sing pathetically: “There once was a spider called Paaaat!”

“Pat!” called the dwarf, for Ann was standing in the window again awestruck.

“Another song?” asked the spider, clearing his throat.

“Shut up!”

“I once knew a ghost... Her husband was lost...” squeaked the spider melodically, strumming the cobwebs.

“Pat!” called the dwarf again.

“To think of it... I’ve been here for... 400 years...” whispered Ann.

The spider gave her a sudden affectionate look. “But fear not, my dear, for Paddy is here! He will stay through the best and the worst!”

“Oh, will you Paddy?” she asked, turning to grab the little spider.

“Well...” answered the greenish bug. “I was going to see Dublin... with Dimmy. But then I saw you, milady...”

“How wonderful,” thought Dimmy. “He’d sacrifice the trip for her.”

That’s kindness, lad!” observed the Wind.

“Another kind of gold, Dimmy-boy,” whispered the cloud.

Chapter Fourteen - Follow the map



Dimmy slept for quite some time on the soft, silky pillow, tossing and turning every now and again.

“Gold...” he would sometimes say. “My gold... Copper pot...” and he would jump up, almost awake, then fall on his back and start snoring again.

When he woke up, Ann sat beside him on the bed.

“I’ll give you this map, Dimmy,” she spoke softly. “Follow it all the way to Dublin. It says here,” she observed, browsing through another book, “ that a druid lives in a forest near the city... Look for him... Maybe he’ll tell you where your gold is...”

Dimmy allowed himself to slip from the silky pillow into the bed.

“What will you do, Ann?” he asked worriedly.

The woman smiled happily. “Well, now that Paddy finally came... We’ll get to write together... Who knows? Someday, maybe that giant who stepped on his papa will read his words, right?”

The dwarf laughed shortly, and then jumped out of bed.

“It’s dark outside!” he observed as he climbed the window to get out.

“Yes,” answered Ann. “But the light of the moon will guide you, little dwarf.”


...


Judge Winder fully blew the rainbow off the edge of the tower so Dimmy could get to the top more easily.

“Ready, lad?” he asked when the dwarf had just got in his pot.

“Ready!” he answered, and Winder blew into the balloon so violently that Dimmy nearly lost his map.

They floated on for a couple of hours, until sharp edges of trees caught the dwarf’s attention.

“A druid is in the forest...” he whispered thoughtfully. “Maybe he knows...”

“What?” inquired Gary.

“Huh? Nothing!”

“Ah, don’t give me that, Dimmy-boy! You’re thinking of the gold again, aren’t you?”

Dimmy put his elbows on the rim of the pot and rested his chin on his hands.

“Well, yeah... Gold is a good thing to have...” he answered dreamily. “Lots and lots... I had a dream, you know?”

“Did you?” howled the wind.

“Yes, Sir! It was about a pot of gold... And it was hidden in a forest, under an oak tree. Now, if I get to find that druid thing... He’ll tell me...”

Judge Winder was quiet as he lowered the balloon to ground level with Gary dispersing among the trees.

As Dimmy stepped out, sudden fright caught his little heart. Wolves seemed to howl wherever he turned to look, and a “Who!Who!Who are you-Who!” startled him as he unsuccessfully stared at the piece of paper.

“Who said that?”


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