FINN and the FAIRY SHOEMAKER
by Ada M. Skinner · from Merry Tales
Adapted Version
A boy named Finn lived with Grandma. Grandma told Finn stories about little men.
Finn loved his Grandma very much. Grandma knew many old tales. She told Finn about Leprechaun. Leprechaun was a small man. He had much gold. He worked for the fairies. He made their tiny shoes. He was very rich.
"Leprechaun is very tricky," Grandma said. "You cannot catch him easy. His gold is not for you. It is bad to take it. Fairies do not like this." Finn listened well.
Finn wanted the gold. He wanted to be rich. Finn looked for Leprechaun. He searched each day. He walked in the green fields. Finn hoped to find him.
One day Finn heard a sound. "Tip-tap, tip-tap." He saw Leprechaun. The little man made shoes. His red cap was off. Finn ran to him quickly. He grabbed Leprechaun tight. "Where is your gold?" Finn asked him.
Leprechaun smiled a tricky smile. He made a bright flash. Finn closed his eyes fast. "Achoo!" Finn sneezed. Leprechaun was gone. He was gone from sight.
Finn felt sad. He felt tricked. But Finn was strong. "I will find the gold." He was very firm. He would not be tricked again.
Weeks passed by. Finn looked each day. One day Finn heard "Tip-tap, tip-tap." He saw Leprechaun again. His red cap was off. Finn ran to him quickly. He grabbed Leprechaun tight. Finn held him close. He would not let go.
"Where is your gold?" Finn asked. Leprechaun squirmed. "I will show you," he said. "But you must let me go." Finn said yes fast.
Leprechaun led Finn. They walked to a field. It was full of ragweed. "The gold is here," Leprechaun said. He pointed to one plant.
Finn needed a spade. He had no spade. "I will get one," Finn said. "But how will I know?" Leprechaun gave Finn a string. It was bright red. Finn tied it on the plant. "Do not touch this," Finn said. Leprechaun nodded his head.
Finn let Leprechaun go. Leprechaun ran away fast. He laughed, "Hee hee hee!" He ran from sight.
Finn ran home for his spade. He came back to the field. He looked for the plant.
Finn saw many plants. Each plant had a red string. Each plant was marked. Leprechaun had tricked him. Finn felt very sad.
Finn heard a song. It was Leprechaun singing. "My gold is mine," he sang. "I work hard for it. My gold is safe. Hee hee hee!" Finn learned his lesson.
Original Story
FINN AND THE FAIRY SHOEMAKER
Finn O’Shea’s grandmother knew more about fairies than anyone else in the village. One afternoon when the sun was shining on the tops of the Nine Hills, which rose up a few fields beyond the edge of the village, Finn and his grandmother were coming home from a walk. Suddenly the old woman darted forward and picked up the tiniest bit of a gray feather. Her sharp eyes had spied it under the shadow of a foxglove.
“What is it, Granny?” asked Finn.
“An owl’s feather, lad. It fell out of one of their wee red caps,” said she, laughing quietly. “They had a fine revel in the fields last night, my boy, for it was Midsummer Eve. That is the time when the wee folks are gayest, you know.”
159“I wish I could see them dancing,” said Finn.
“Ah, my lad, no mortal can see them so long as they keep their wee red caps on,” said grandmother. “Sometimes in their revels they toss their caps aside, but you see the frogs are always on the lookout to warn the fairies if mortal steps are near. These tiny elves are very clever. Do you see those three circles of green which are a little lighter in color than the rest of the grass? That is where they danced until the village cocks began to crow. Then they made off to the Nine Hills. Ah! It would be a wonderful sight to see the wee folks whirling and gliding about in the white moonlight to the sweetest fairy music. But as I said, few mortals have ever seen them.”
“Do they dance every night, grandmother?”
“Every night, Finn. If the weather is fine they frolic on the green, especially if the moon is bright. When the nights are wet and stormy they keep inside the hills, where there is an elfin village.”
160Finn look very serious. “Grandmother,” he said, “these wee folks must wear out a good many pairs of shoes.”
“That they do, my lad. I’m sure I don’t know what they would do without little Leprechaun, the Fairy Shoemaker. He is the only industrious one among them.”
“Tell me about him, Granny,” said Finn.
Grandmother sat down on a large stone and looked toward the Nine Hills.
“The Fairy Shoemaker is very rich, Finn, richer than my lord O’Toole who lives in the castle by the sea. Indeed, there is no one in all Ireland who has as much gold as this elfin shoemaker who spends his days working for the fairies. All kinds of shoes he makes,—stout little brogans and buskins, high hunting boots, bits of satin slippers that you could stand on a penny, tiny sandals with silver laces and diamond buckles,—all kinds of shoes. O Finn, my lad, he is a wonderful wee old man.”
“Where does he keep his money, Granny?”
“Why, what a question, my lad! Do you 161think this sly little Elf would let any mortal know that secret? Not he!”
“I wonder if anyone has ever seen him,” said Finn.
“My lad, your great-grandmother O’Shea knew a poor farmer who found a pot of gold buried in one of his fields. The villagers always believed that the man had in some way caught little Leprechaun, and made him point out the spot where his gold was hidden.”
“Granny,” said Finn, “I’d like to catch the Fairy Shoemaker. One pot of his gold would make us very rich, wouldn’t it?”
“Catch little Leprechaun, Finn! My lad, you couldn’t do it.”
“He is very tiny, grandmother. I’m sure I could hold him easily.”
“You would have to catch him, first, Finn. He is the trickiest Elf of all. No one can see him as long as he wears his wee red cap! And if you should chance to find him without it, you wouldn’t dare take your eyes off him for one second or away he would go. Some people say bad luck is sure to come to mortals 162who meddle with the fairies,” said grandmother, looking about cautiously. “It is better to earn your pot of gold, my lad. But come, the sun has gone behind the hills.”
Finn was very quiet all the way home. He was wondering how he could catch the Fairy Shoemaker and make the little Elf tell where his treasure crocks were hidden. He would begin the search in good earnest the very next day.
In the morning when Finn drove the cow to the pasture, he peeped carefully among the low willows that bordered the brook. He looked all around the big stones in the meadow. Several times he stopped and listened! Once he felt sure he caught the clicking sound of an elfin hammer. It seemed to come from the direction of a tall ragweed, but when Finn drew near, the sound stopped suddenly and he could see nothing. Patiently each day he searched for the little Leprechaun. One afternoon when he was sauntering through a shady glen near the Nine Hills he stooped down to quench his thirst at a tiny spring of clear water. He fancied he heard a faint clicking sound! “Tip-tap, tip-tap.” Finn raised his head quickly and listened!
165“Rip-rap-tip-tap
Tick-a-tack-too;
Tip-tap-tip,
Rip-rap-rip,
Tick-tack-too.”
The sound came from behind a large stone near the spring. Soon the tapping stopped and the shrill voice sang out:
“Tip-a tap-tip
And tick-a-tack-too,
Every stitch helps
To finish a shoe.”
Finn could hear his heart beat. He crept cautiously along and peeped around the stone. There, on a tiny stool, sat the Fairy Shoemaker hammering away at a wee hunting boot of scarlet leather, which he held between his knees. And his bit of a red cap was hanging on a spear of tall grass! Finn leaped to his 166feet, faced little Leprechaun, seized the red cap, and said, “Good day, sir.”
Instantly the little Elf jumped up and looked sharply through his spectacles at Finn. He was about twelve inches tall and his queer little face was full of wrinkles. A long gray beard reached to the top of a leathern apron which almost covered his brown suit.
“Good day, sir,” repeated Finn.
“Humph!” grunted Leprechaun.
Finn went closer, grasped the little Elf’s shoulder, held him tightly, and stared sharply at him.
“You’d better be off,” said the Fairy Shoemaker; “I have work to do.”
Finn kept his eyes fixed on the wee man, and said, “Come, now, where do you keep your treasure crocks? I shall not let you go until you tell me.”
“Oh! Is that all you want?” laughed the Elf. “Well, come along with me.”
Finn was delighted. The old man seemed very easy to manage. Leprechaun looked up pleasantly and said, “Your pardon, sir.” He 167pulled out a tiny gold snuffbox, took a pinch and offered some to Finn. “Snuff, sir?” he said with a smile.
“Why, how friendly he seems,” thought Finn, taking a pinch.
“Pouf-f!!” The Fairy Shoemaker blew all the snuff right into Finn’s face.
“Tshoo-oo!—Tshoo-oo! A-a-a-tshoo-oo-oo!” sneezed Finn, shutting his eyes! In a twinkling the wee man had snatched his red cap and was gone!
Finn went home a little discouraged. “Why didn’t I remember what Granny told me about his tricks?” he said to himself. “I’ll try again, and he shall not catch me a second time.”
One afternoon a few weeks later, Finn walked as far as the Nine Hills. He was very tired, so he lay down on one of the grassy slopes to rest. How quiet it was on the shady hillside!
“Tip-a-tap-tip
And tick-a-tack-too,
Rip-rap-rip
Tick-tack-too.”
168The sound came from the crest of the hill. After a little pause a shrill voice sang:
“A wedding feast to-night
And dancing on the green!
In moonbeams’ silver light
Gay fairies will be seen!
Tiny satin sandals
To grace the dainty bride;
Stitch away Leprechaun
They must be your pride.”
It was the voice of little Leprechaun! The Fairy Shoemaker was working away near the crest of the hill. Finn crept up the grassy slope, and there in the shadow of some low bushes sat the tiny Elf. He was putting a high heel on the daintiest white satin sandal. And beside him lay his wee red cap!
“Tip-tap-rip-rap
Tick-a-tack-too.”
The elfin hammer was working busily—busily!
Finn slipped up quietly, and grasping the red cap in one hand laid hold of the wee 169man’s shoulder with the other. Up jumped the Elf. He looked round quickly for his cap.
“Good day, sir,” said Finn.
Leprechaun made a deep bow.
“You are busy, I see.”
“Always busy, sir,” answered the wee man. “Always busy.”
“I suppose you like to make shoes, especially such dainty ones?” And all the time Finn kept his eyes on the little Elf’s face and held him fast.
“I like to work” said the Fairy Shoemaker slyly. “Come, now, do you?”
Finn felt a little confused at this last question, but he answered,
“You have plenty of gold and some to spare, I should think. Come, tell me where you keep your treasure crocks.”
“I will show you where I keep one of them,” answered Leprechaun.
“All right,” answered Finn. “If you’ll lead me to the spot where one crock of gold is buried, I’ll not bother you again.”
“Come, then,” said the Elf.
170“Mind that you keep your snuffbox in your pocket,” said Finn. “You shan’t catch me that way again.”
“This way,” laughed the wee man.
Down the hillside and over the fields hurried the Fairy Shoemaker, leading Finn along at a good pace. It was wonderful to see this queer Elf skip across the ditches and hedges, and hop over the stones and rough places in the meadow. Finn was becoming very tired. “How much farther is it?” he asked.
“Come along, come along,” laughed little Leprechaun.
Finally they came to a field full of ragweed. The Fairy Shoemaker stopped suddenly. Then pointing with his tiny finger, he said, “If you dig deep under the roots of this weed, you’ll find one of my treasure crocks filled to the brim with gold.”
“But I can’t dig without a spade,” said Finn excitedly.
“Of course not,” answered Leprechaun. “But now that you know the spot you can get the gold whenever you like.”
171“I shall get it to-day,” said Finn. “I’ll run home now and get my spade. But I’d better mark the weed, I think.”
“That would be a good plan,” said the Shoemaker. “Here I have a bit of bright red string in my pocket. Let us tie it around the stem near the top.”
How deftly the elfin fingers tied the mark!
“Thank you very kindly,” said Finn.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” asked Leprechaun.
“You will promise not to touch the string?”
“I promise not to touch it, sir. Also I assure you no one else shall touch it,” said Leprechaun.
“Well, then, you may go. Here is your red cap. I thank you very much for your kindness. Good day!” said Finn pleasantly.
“Good day, sir,” said the Fairy Shoemaker, and off he scampered, chuckling to himself.
You may be sure Finn hurried away to fetch his spade. How surprised Granny would be to hear that he had caught the Fairy Shoemaker. He would not tell her until he 172carried home the treasure. In breathless haste he got his spade and hurried back to the field of ragweed. Then Finn stood still and looked! A bit of bright red string was tied around every ragweed in the field! The Fairy Shoemaker had tricked him again! He thought he heard a low chuckling laugh. Finn listened carefully. From among the weeds he heard a faint voice singing,
“How does the little Leprechaun
Fill treasure crocks with gold?
The live long day he works away
From far-off times of old.”
Story DNA
Moral
Greed can lead to being outsmarted, and some treasures are not easily obtained by force.
Plot Summary
Finn O'Shea, inspired by his grandmother's tales of the wealthy and tricky Fairy Shoemaker, Leprechaun, sets out to catch him and claim his gold. Despite initial warnings, Finn finds Leprechaun twice, but is outsmarted first by a snuff trick and then by a clever ruse involving marking a specific ragweed in a field. Finn ultimately fails to secure the gold, learning that the cunning fairy is not easily bested, and is left with only the sound of Leprechaun's triumphant singing.
Themes
Emotional Arc
hope to frustration to renewed hope to ultimate defeat
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
The story draws heavily on Irish folklore surrounding leprechauns, their trickery, and their hidden gold. The belief in 'wee folk' and their magical abilities was a significant part of traditional Irish rural culture.
Plot Beats (14)
- Finn learns about fairies, especially the rich and tricky Fairy Shoemaker, Leprechaun, from his grandmother.
- Finn's grandmother warns him that Leprechaun is hard to catch and that meddling with fairies can bring bad luck.
- Finn decides to try and catch Leprechaun to get his gold, searching daily in the fields.
- Finn finally finds Leprechaun working without his red cap, seizes him, and demands to know where his treasure is hidden.
- Leprechaun offers Finn snuff, which Finn accepts, causing him to sneeze and close his eyes, allowing Leprechaun to snatch his cap and escape.
- Finn, disappointed but determined, vows to try again and not be tricked.
- Weeks later, Finn finds Leprechaun working again, once more without his red cap, and catches him, refusing to be distracted.
- Finn demands to be shown a treasure crock, and Leprechaun agrees to show him one spot if Finn promises to release him afterward.
- Leprechaun leads Finn to a field of ragweed and points out a specific plant where gold is buried.
- Finn, realizing he needs a spade, marks the ragweed with a red string provided by Leprechaun, after making the fairy promise not to touch it.
- Finn releases Leprechaun, who scampers off chuckling.
- Finn rushes home for his spade and returns to the field.
- Finn discovers that every ragweed in the field has been marked with a red string, realizing Leprechaun has tricked him again.
- Finn hears Leprechaun's faint, triumphant singing about working hard for his gold.
Characters
Finn O’Shea ★ protagonist
A young boy, likely of average height and build for his age, with an eager and determined demeanor. His movements are quick and decisive when pursuing his goals, such as leaping to catch the Leprechaun.
Attire: Simple, practical clothing suitable for a child in rural Ireland, likely made of sturdy linen or wool in muted earth tones. Perhaps a homespun tunic, breeches, and sturdy shoes, allowing for easy movement in fields and glens.
Wants: To catch the Fairy Shoemaker and find a pot of gold to make himself and his grandmother rich.
Flaw: Naivety and overconfidence, leading him to fall for the Leprechaun's tricks. He also has a tendency to close his eyes when sneezing, a fatal flaw in his pursuit.
He learns that cunning and trickery are not easily overcome, even by determination. He is outsmarted twice, suggesting a lesson in humility and the difficulty of outwitting magical creatures.
Curious, determined, somewhat naive, persistent, and easily excited. He is quick to act on an idea but also prone to being tricked due to his youth and inexperience.
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A young Irish boy, around 8-10 years old, standing upright and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a lean build, fair skin with rosy cheeks, and bright, curious blue eyes. His hair is short, slightly tousled brown. He wears a simple, practical cream-colored linen tunic, dark green wool breeches, and sturdy brown leather boots. His expression is earnest and determined, with a slight furrow in his brow. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Finn's Grandmother ◆ supporting
An old woman with sharp eyes and a spry demeanor, able to dart forward quickly. She is wise and knowledgeable about local folklore.
Attire: Traditional Irish peasant clothing for an elderly woman: a long, dark wool skirt, a simple linen blouse, a practical apron, and a shawl draped over her shoulders, perhaps in a muted plaid or solid color. Sturdy, comfortable shoes.
Wants: To share her knowledge of the fairy world with Finn and perhaps to guide him, though she warns him against meddling with fairies.
Flaw: None explicitly stated, but her age might imply physical limitations, though her mind remains sharp.
Remains a constant source of wisdom and warning for Finn, her character doesn't undergo significant change within the story's narrative.
Wise, observant, good-humored, cautious, and a teller of tales. She is protective of Finn but also shares her knowledge freely.
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An elderly Irish woman, with a kind, wrinkled face, sharp blue eyes, and white hair neatly pulled back into a bun. She has a slightly stooped but alert posture. She wears a long, dark green wool skirt, a cream linen blouse, a practical brown apron, and a muted plaid wool shawl draped over her shoulders. Her hands are clasped gently in front of her. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Leprechaun (The Fairy Shoemaker) ⚔ antagonist
About twelve inches tall, with a queer, wrinkled face. He has a long gray beard that reaches his leathern apron. He is quick, nimble, and capable of scampering across ditches and hedges with ease.
Attire: A brown suit, almost entirely covered by a leathern apron. His most iconic item is a 'wee red cap'. His clothing is practical for a shoemaker, suggesting durability and a rustic style.
Wants: To protect his vast treasure of gold and continue his work making shoes for the fairies. He enjoys playing tricks on mortals who try to catch him.
Flaw: His red cap is the key to his invisibility and escape; if a mortal holds it, he is vulnerable. He also seems to enjoy the game of being pursued, which can be a distraction.
Remains consistently cunning and protective of his treasure, successfully outwitting Finn twice. He is an unchanging trickster figure.
Industrious, sly, tricky, mischievous, and cunning. He is also polite when it suits him, but always with an ulterior motive. He enjoys outsmarting mortals.
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A tiny, elderly male leprechaun, about 12 inches tall, standing upright and facing forward, full body visible from head to toe. He has a deeply wrinkled, mischievous face, sharp green eyes peering through small round spectacles, and a long, flowing gray beard reaching his chest. He wears a dark brown, slightly worn suit, almost entirely covered by a practical, light brown leathern apron. A vibrant, pointed red cap sits jauntily on his head. He holds a tiny shoemaker's hammer in one hand. His expression is sly and knowing, with a hint of a chuckle. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Fields beyond the village, near the Nine Hills
Open fields with grass, dotted with foxgloves and low willows bordering a brook. There are 'three circles of green which are a little lighter in color than the rest of the grass' indicating fairy rings. Large stones are scattered in the meadow. The Nine Hills rise up in the distance.
Mood: Magical, mysterious, peaceful, expectant, slightly eerie at night.
Finn and his grandmother discuss fairies and the Leprechaun; Finn begins his search for the Fairy Shoemaker here.
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A vast, rolling Irish countryside under a soft afternoon sun, with distant, rounded 'Nine Hills' in the background. In the foreground, a field of lush green grass shows distinct, lighter green circles of fairy rings. Scattered large, moss-covered stones and clusters of purple foxgloves add texture. A winding, shallow brook with low willow trees on its banks reflects the clear sky. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Shady Glen near the Nine Hills
A secluded, shady glen with a tiny spring of clear water. A large stone is situated near the spring, providing cover. Tall ragweed grows in the vicinity.
Mood: Quiet, secluded, tense, magical, a sense of discovery.
Finn first discovers the Fairy Shoemaker working, snatches his red cap, and is tricked by snuff.
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A secluded, verdant Irish glen, dappled in afternoon shade, with a tiny, crystal-clear spring bubbling up from mossy rocks. A large, ancient, lichen-covered stone sits prominently beside the spring. Tall, green ragweed plants with their distinctive yellow flowers grow around the edges of the glen. The ground is a mix of soft earth and small, smooth pebbles near the water. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Grassy Slopes/Crest of the Nine Hills
Grassy slopes leading up to the crest of one of the Nine Hills. Low bushes provide shadow and cover near the top. The ground is soft and suitable for resting.
Mood: Peaceful, quiet, then tense and focused as Finn approaches the Leprechaun.
Finn finds the Fairy Shoemaker again, working on a wedding sandal, and successfully captures him a second time.
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A gentle, grassy slope of an Irish hill, bathed in the soft light of a late afternoon. The ground is covered in short, emerald-green grass, with patches of wild heather and small, low-lying gorse bushes casting short shadows. The crest of the hill is visible, with a clear, expansive sky above. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Field of Ragweed
A large field densely populated with tall ragweed plants. The ground is uneven, with ditches and hedges, and rough places in the meadow.
Mood: Initially hopeful and exciting, then frustrating and humorous.
Leprechaun leads Finn to this field to show him where a treasure crock is buried, then tricks him by marking every ragweed plant.
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A vast, sunlit Irish field completely overgrown with tall, dense ragweed plants, their yellow flowers creating a hazy, golden-green expanse. The ground is uneven, with visible ditches and low, thorny hedges crisscrossing the landscape. The overall impression is one of wild, untamed nature. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
