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In the village of Rox, Brittany, a fest was under way after a long day of working the fields, the kitchens and the boats. The plaza was so full you would think the ground could give way any second under the weight of so many jolly partygoers. There were bowls of cider a-plenty and festive accordeon music being played for everyone to enjoy. The dirt dancefloor was filled with youth and elderly alike, cutting a rag like their life depended on it.
There once was a man who lived in Barr an Ghaoith, Brian Ó Braocachain. He used to cut rods and weave them into baskets for a living. One day, as he had ran out of rods in Barr an Ghaoith, he decided to try his luck in nearby Alt an Torr, a rumored fairy glen, to look for rods.
Once upon a time, an old queen whose husband had long passed away was looking to get her daughter married to ensure her future. Thus, she concluded an agreement with a faraway king and sent her daughter to a foreign land to marry a prince. Along with her dowry of gold and silver jewels, cups and adornments, the queen sent along Falada, the palace's talking horse, as a ride as well as company. In order to ease her travels and transition, the queen also sent along a waiting-woman.
During ancient times in Phaistos, Crete, a couple was expecting a child. Ligdus, a proud man, wanted a boy, as he and his wife, Telethusa, could not afford a dowry for a daugther. Therefore, Ligdus threatened that any female child of his would be put to death. Telethusa tried to get her husband to change his mind, in vain. Ligdus remained stoic and Telethusa lived in the fear that her possible female child would be murdered upon her birth.
Talia remained at the residence for many years. One night, before the celebration dinner of her sixteenth birthday, she noticed a small plant she had never seen before. Wondering if she could use it for her crowns, the princess used her knife to cut a piece off, then tried to twist it into a small rope.
One early morning, as the sun rose in the horizon and the birds started singing, the farmer opened the door of his house to get to work but stopped right in his tracks. A basket laid at his feet, with a funny-looking creature inside it. What seemed to be a small animal at first sight turned out to be a baby boy from the waist down, and a hedgehog from the waist up.
A long time ago, there was a lady who married a lord and bore him a male heir. For as kind as she was weak of health, the lady did not survive past the child’s first few years. She was subsequently buried under a beautiful juniper tree in the courtyard, where her former husband and son would come and talk to her in times of need.
Kelly Asselin-Tousignant 