Leprechaun's of Craghallon... The Missing Bride of Craghallon

The Missing Bride of Craghallon

It was the most dazzling morning Craghallon had seen in many a year. The sun danced across the treetops of the Enchanted Forest, turning every leaf into glittering emeralds. Master Cobbler Dabby O’Haggin was bustling about his little workshop, polishing a pair of wedding shoes so fine that the birds outside chirped admiringly at their shine.

“Tomorrow, I’ll be a married leprechaun!” Dabby grinned, his bushy red beard fluffing with excitement. “Ginny Maguire, the loveliest lass in all of Craghallon, will be mine forever!”

The villagers were busy decorating the square with garlands of clovers and strings of golden lights. Everywhere, there was laughter and the clinking of mugs filled with sparkling apple cider. But just as Dabby put the final gleam on the golden buckles of the wedding shoes, there came a frantic knock at his door.

It was Meegan from the Post Office, “Dabby! Oh, Dabby! Ginny’s gone!”

“Gone?” Dabby’s twinkling green eyes grew wide with panic. “What do you mean gone? She was just fetching her wedding garland this morning!”

“She never returned,” Meegan said, her bright green eyes filled with worry. “We’ve searched the village, the forest, even the meadows where the unicorns graze! But there’s no sign of her.”

Without wasting a moment, Dabby grabbed his trusty cobbler’s hammer, which hung on a hook by the door. “Don’t you worry, Meegan. I’ll find Ginny and bring her home safe and sound before the wedding bells chime!”