Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, léireofar do sheoladh IP ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.
One night as we all sat round the fire there happened to be an old man amongst us whom we always enjoyed listening to, as he always told very funny stories about our own village and about fairies who were seen and heard in it (and many other things). He said that often times at night people used to hear the fairies dancing and singing round a "fort" situated not far from where I am dwelling. And at the present time there is a man living who saw a little door made of stone in that fort and opening the flag shaped like a door he saw a great long passage in from it, but being afraid to enter he shut it up again and went away. From that day to this nobody has ever entered the passage as they are afraid that they might be kept by the "Good People."
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