Jamie O'Rourke and the Pooka

What do you do when the woman catches him right in the middle of solving a great problem, Jamie answered? Well, now that all the fine thoughts I was having of clear flowing out of my head, you might just want to tell me what's going on. Eileen explained to Jamie for the 40th time most likely, that she was off to Kathleen's and would be there for the better part of a week. Now, I lead one out of clean the cottage from top to bottom. I've cooked all kinds of good things and put them in the larder. I already have to do is to wash it up each night and give a quick swipe of the broom every now and then. Well, let me darling, you're too good for the likes of me, Jamie said. What about don't you be worried? I'll take good care of everything. 

See I won't even know I've been you've been away. Give us a kiss and be off with you. And down the road when I lean over. This commotion has made me as tired as a farmer. And I went 5 feet as Jamie said to himself. I think I'll just have me lie down. And sure, it isn't that the sweet idea. If I stay in bed, not only get up for a bite or not be dirty thing. So, Jamie o'rourke climbed at the bed, even though the sun was high in the sky and fed fast asleep. Jamie, Jamie o'rourke. Three voices called outside the door. Where are you, man? We heard aliens off to her sister, so we've come to keep you company. Jamie woke up and recognizes the voices of his cronies, Patrick Michael and Sheamus. Jamie got out of bed. Since he hadn't taken off his clothes, he didn't have to be putting them on again. 

Come in, come in, lads, Jamie sud open to the door. The sun was sinking behind the hills. Man, when we have here, Jamie asked point to get a crockery jug. Just to find a cider, you'll taste the side of the county, Patrick said. Yeah, it's cider. Get some mugs, michaelson. And so grub Sheamus said, he knew that I lead would leave Jamie without plenty of good things to eat. When the food was on the table and mugs plates and knives and forks too, they all set down. They have themselves a final time. Laughing at eating until it was time to go home. Well, that's the three friends told Jamie. What are they hitting down the hill and you'll be wanting to get your Jamie? Tomorrow, you'll be having a busy morning cleaning up all the mess. 

That's the truth, lads, Jamie said, looking around. But the mere sight of the message messy cottage made him the most tired man in all of Ireland as well as the laziest. So he went to bed. Jamie was fast asleep when the noise woke him. It was the sound of the cottage during the clatter of hooves on the stone floor. Jamie opened one eye and took a peek. And what a sight he saw. He couldn't tell if it was a man or a donkey standing there. Whatever it was that long years in the tale, saints preserve us, Jamie whispered. Hey, it may as well begin first as last. The creature who was a puka, said out loud to himself, he stirred the fire, poured some water into a big pot and put it on the fire. As soon as the water was hot, the puka washed the dishes, the mugs and the cutlery. He put the leftovers in the proper dishes and back in the larder. 

He swept the floor and gave the fire a good raking. Then the puca left the house was such a slam of the door, Jamie nearly fell out of bed. The next evening when Patrick Michael and Sheamus came by with a fresh jug of cider, they were amazed to see the cottages, if I lean had been there. How do you know this happened they ask? Maybe that's JB replied. I got up at the barracks and cleaned it up just like any good husband would do in his dark wife was away. Patrick Michael and Sheamus looked at each other. They didn't really believe Jamie, but there it was. So the four friends had another grand time, just like the night before. When his friends had gone, leaving even more of a mess, Jamie climbed the bed. But instead of falling asleep, he waited under the covers. Sure enough the door opened to the puca was back, cleaning up everything fast and furiously. This is like a D, Jamie said to himself. All right, with this creature coming and cleaning up, I can not be Cody's here every night. 

Every night that is until I leave comes home, and that's what he did. Night after night, Jamie Patrick Michael and Sheamus had a grand old time making a grand old mess and every night the Pookie came in and set things to write. By the end of the week, Jamie was curious about this accommodating creature. So he decided to stay up and have a chat with him. He was a little scared when the puca came in and went right to the fire. But he took a deep breath, swallowed him out full of cider for courage and spoke a. Then sir, if I'm not taking the liberty, he might not be the one who you are and why you're so kind as to do the clean it up each night after be friends and be safe. The puca turned and looked at Jamie. You're welcome to it. A long time back, I was lazy a servant that was ever clothed and fed and did no work for it. When my time came for the other world, this is a punishment. I was given from an easy ways to find a place each night to labor in. 

As I was wandering by the other night, I looked at the window, your cottage, and sharers could be in needed me have it's not so bad for the least amount of the cold, but when I finished my work, saints for deserves that cold to wind goes right to me, bones. It wouldn't be so hard if I had me a nice warm coat. Well, well, Jamie thought I could probably help the poor creature out. The next night after his friends left, Jamie sent and waited for the puca. Eileen would be home tomorrow but Jamie wasn't worried. He knew the puka would do an excellent job at cleaning up, especially when Jamie gave him the old coat and pulled from the trunk. As soon as he came in, Jamie showed him the coat, he helped him into it and buttoned it up. The cucumber went to the mirror, he was most pleased with what he saw. I metro obliged to achieve the o'rourke. It made me happy at last. Now they say, goodnight to you. 

The pooch had turned to go. Wait, wait, Jamie crowned. You're leaving too soon. What about the washer up in the sweeping? The puka said now it's your turn. My punishment was only to last until some kind of creature like yourself like the way it doesn't be duty. Andrew rewarded me for it. Goodbye, and you'll see no more of me. The puka left and there was Jamie with the mess, or should we say I lean? For when she arrived the next morning and looked around the cottage, she said, ah, Jamie, I lark, when you have to safe it yourself. But Jamie said nothing. He was too busy thinking he shouldn't have been in such a hurry to reward that ungrateful puca. Happy Saint Patrick's Day, everybody. Everybody, please stay safe. Remember to wash your hands and wear a mask and have a great day.