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 An addendum to the story posted HERE : Aodhgan deserved to have children happen to him, and god, hearing his petition, thought he particularly deserved to have a girl happen. Daughters do not always happen to those who merit them most, but they must naturally belong to those who think they could never say no to them.                 They returned to the abbey and had a pleasant dinner waiting for them, the nisser coming in with fresh cream cheese and salted butter for the brown bread Sister Iarlaith was putting on table. The children were scrubbed and hands were cleaned, and everyone sat down together—even a few of the boggarts joined them, to inhale the pageant of crumbs now garlanding the seats and glean a few scraps of cold chicken by the way. Myndil related everything that happened during their visit to the farm to Brother Crannach and Sister Iarlaidh throughout dinner, telling them about the newbor...

Myndil's adventures take him all over Erie, but what happens when the fae send him northward? To read the full novella, visit HERE The people in the village were still huddled in their homes, peering out windows, waiting for the beast to go away, but even if Aodhgan should hunt enough deer or boar to keep Krampus out of their homes and in good standing with Gryla, the people in the village would only be in danger again a week hence. There was no time, however, to think of a better scheme: the raucous footfalls told them that Gryla was returning, and instead of hunting, Aodhgan had another idea: he was going to let Myndil happen to her. Gryla had never seen him before, so it was only fair. Everyone ought to have Myndil happen to them once in their lives, especially if their lives were hundreds of years long. She was owed at least three happenings by now, and could borrow a few from the abbot if she felt short-changed.            ...

  The sands had a golden sheen to them, and though Myndil and Aodhgan were still far from the southern shore, the aurulent shimmer coruscating over the southern shore charmed their view. The barm swaffed over the beach, painting the coastline in undulating shapes, the cockles and clams writhing under the reach of the receding waves. A stream of sea spray plumed up from the waves, and a baleen whale suddenly surfaced, greeting them from afar with a sshuuffff !                     “Oh, hallo, whale!” Myndil cried, waving at the whale. “My, how amazingly big it is! I have never seen a whale like that before. All the whales in the north look quite different. I didn’t think there would be any creature larger than your wolf this far south, but that whale is really-- yes, halloooo!” flapping frantically.                 The w...