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Blarney's Blog

Welcome to Blarney's Blog

Who is Blarney, you might ask?
I am Blarney Killarney from the grand clan of Killarney Leprechauns.

  photo_2.jpgA wee bit of Irish magic an' grand ol' fashioned Irish luck landed me in the Liverpool Public Library. Why might a leprechaun end up so far from Ireland? 'Tis a true tale that I tell. I was out for a stroll among the heather, when I happened along a couple of tourists. Now I have a little hobby of climbing into the backpacks of tourists because you never know what kind of interesting reading materials they might have, and I love to read. 'Twas so nice and warm inside the backpack that I found meself drifting off to sleep. Now, leprechauns do not sleep often, but when they gets their mind set to sleeping they can sleep for days. One minute I was reading snug in the tourist's backpack, and next thing I know I'm tucked away inside the pages of a book on a sale shelf inside a library lobby. To awake surrounded by books! What glorious fortune! 'Twas no small bit o' magic there. I no longer have to sneak into the backpacks of tourists. I have many lifetimes of reading materials here. I looked around for the best place to build my home, and noticed several nice young lassies above me, new friends, books from floor to ceiling-- what better place to call home?!

So that 'tis the tale of how I, Blarney Killarney, came to live at the Liverpool Public Library.

I'm a wee bit shy, so you will never see me, but you can write to me or visit my house located in the Children's Room of the Library.

Write to me:
Please place all letters in the mailbox located above my door
in the Children's Room at Liverpool Public Library.

or email me at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.

 

 

Dear William, Emily, n' Matt,

Rocky the Raccoon borrowed ye little notes, 'twas curious about me lett'rs 'n borrowed a few of them.  He apoligized 'n returned me lett'rs today. Ms.Sharp warned me 'bout him, but no harms done. I still enjoyed ye lett'rs even if they be a bit late.

Matt, ye asked if I ev'r eats pizza. Sometimes, I takes a nibble now and then. Leprechauns like to eat things from nature, like fruits n' vegetables. We're also fans of roots, n' stone soup.

Matt, walkin' 'round the library at night 'tis one of me favorite things to do. 

Emily, goin' to the park 'tis grand. I've got more than a wee bit o' magic so I nev'r gets lost. 

William, I do use tools. If ye notices me household items, they 'twere made with me tools. I take baths in me seashell tub, 'n me bathroom. I do not know who this Jack Black fella is.

Thank ye all of ye for ye lett'rs,

Your pal,

Blarney 

 

 

 

Grace, thanks for thinking me house 'tis fine, it 'tis a grand home indeed!

'Tis grand to be loved, Joy.

Hi to ye Evan n' hi to Taylor. Thank ye for tellin' me I rock.

Erin, 'tis grand that ye likes me wee little boat and me house! Thank ye for ye lett'r. Cheers, Blarney

Tanner, thank ye for ye love n' for thinkin' I'm the best ev'r! I'm glad ye loves leprechauns!

Zoe, me is glad ye thinks I'm awesome!

Max, I love nature, too! 'Tis grand isn't it?

Manal- Blarney is me real name, 'n Killarney be me last name. Me birthday 'tis April 21st!

Shareen, 'tis grand that ye likes me name, can ye tell me 'bout this dinosaur?

Lauren- bein' Irish 'tis grand. Ye would like Ireland, 'tis wonderous n' green. Books make grand pals, but not as grand as ye.

 

 
'Tis so grand to be livin' here in Liv'rpool this summer with so many things to do! I've been taking me wee little coconut boat out at Dawn for a wee sail. I've been listenin' to all the excitement ov'r the summ'r readin' program, n' feelin' giddy that I's gets to see it all. With magicians, bubblemen, pirates, games on the lawn, LEGOs, mermaids, n' Pop Art!, this 'tis a wonderous place indeed. Thank ye for bein' so welcomin'. 
 

If you are real, can you write a tiny letter in your size for the librarian to put on the wall? -Carmen

Carmen, ye will find a wee little letter above me house, just for ye. Thank ye for ye lett'r.

Your pal,

Blarney