

Oisin“GRANNY!” Little Oisin came running into the living room, where Granny Fionna was knitting a present for little Oisin for the beginning of the Snow Moon. The cold weather had settled in, traditional with the Blood Moon, and little Oisin was without a scarf, for his had been eaten by moths in the store room.Oisin
Granny Fionna put the half-knitted scarf down just in time to catch the crying Oisin in her arms.
“What happened, Oisin?”
“I… got… unfair punishment… Granny!” Oisin said in between the sobs.
“What did you do, Oisin?”
“I… I…” Granny Fionna hugged him until he calmed. The fire
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Bite my shiny metal ass!
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