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Larry Leprechaun®

by Jemmy Murray; Illustrated by Mairead McGuinness

18 pages; Saddle stitched; illustrated childrens book; catalogue #08-0144; ISBN 1-4251-7028-5; US$11.99, C$11.99, EUR7.99, £6.49

Larry Leprechaun is a cheeky little chap who sings naughty rhymes and tricks children to steal their favourite things! Can Larry win the Tara Brooch races to become a Leprechaun Grade 2? Find out how to catch Larry before he tricks you too!

About the Book

Larry Leprechaun is a cheeky little chap who sings naughty rhymes, and smokes a disgusting dudeen acorn pipe. He lives under the Royal Oak on the Hill of Tara in Ireland, and wears a magical topsy-turve hat. Larry sings these disgusting rhymes to trick children and steal their favourite things.

One day, Lia-Fáil the ‘Stone of Destiny’, tells Larry Leprechaun he must win the Tara Brooch Races on Laytown Beach if he is to become a Leprechaun Grade2.

Larry tricks a poor little boy, and steals his pet doggy, and then tricks a little girl for her best red ribbon. Using the doggy and ribbon, can Larry beat Puca Phelan to win the race? See what you can do to stop Larry tricking you too!

About the Author

Jemmy Murray was dug out from under a rock near the mouth of the great River Boyne in deValera’s Ireland in the mid sixties. He floated down the Irish coast and was washed up in a cave near the holy and ancient townland of Moymhuirtigh. There he was weaned on strawberries and Dublin Jackeen jokes. Later, he fished and fished the Nanny River for the Salmon of Knowledge, so it could tell him how Meathmen should play the Gaelic football and win, but in vain.

Eventually he formed a little diaspora of 4 , so that one day when the wind rose up, they were all blown clear across the Irish Sea, ending up in Zurich , Switzerland of all places. There they lived on Fóhn, Rosti, and the pure water of the Limmat river and Zurichsee. Intriguingly, he befriended some roving leprechauns in the James Joyce bar, and they astutely observed how badly Irish Leprechauns behaved when they mixed with European Leprechauns, to his amusement, and their chagrin.

Suddenly though, they were lifted back to the mouth of the Boyne and found shelter on the lee of a hill leading to the port of Drogheda, gateway to the world for all Irish Leprechauns. Larry Leprechaun is his story about one of those bold and raucous wee folk…

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