Event Contest - Happy St. Patrick's Day!

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Event: St. Patrick’s Day 2017

Short Story Contest

It was about a half hour past sunrise when Misty, me, and Locke were out at the Babbly Brook, looking for four-leaf clovers. We must've been there about--um...

Oh. I...guess you're wondering who's speaking.  Hello everybody! It's me, Bear.

But as I was saying, we must've been there ever since sunrise looking for those clovers. Granted, we did get a little distracted sometimes, and when we were supposed to be concentrating on our "mission," that's what Misty called it, we might've started a competition on who could hold their breath the longest (which Locke won), or who could fit the most cookies in their mouth (which Misty won), or who could climb up the highest tree (we never ended up doing that one, since I said it was unfair for Locke--he's a seahorse, you know. They're like mobile potatoes when they're not in the water). But we always got back on track, as they say, and resumed our search. Then, after searching, all morning, for hours, Misty suggested that we take an "elevenses" cookie break, even though I thought for sure that we had second breakfast not a half an hour ago. But I wasn't against the idea, and Locke wasn't either, so we sat down on the bank of the Babbly Brook and took out our picnic basket. And that's when we heard it, clear as can be: a little "baa."

"Could I please, pretty please, maybe have just one of those delicious-looking Irish shortbread cookies?"

It sounded as small as a cream puff, but when I turned round to see who the voice belonged to, it was almost as big as myself (mind you, I'm not very big, but out of the three of us I'm the tallest). Why, it was a little lamb, for sure! But before we could answer, a big, red and black wolf pup came up and greeted us.


Codenames: Faolan & Bridget
Adopt pets at Misty n' Friends!

"Hello!" He said with a smirk. "This here's Bridget, my friend. I'm Faolan. How do you do?"

He seemed very friendly and he had a funny accent, kind of like Locke, so Misty introduced them to us. And we gave them some cookies, too, and insisted that they stay for a game of tag. It sounded like a great idea to them, but I had a funny feeling when a few raindroplets dabbled my beak. Then suddenly, as we were just about to start our game...

KAWOM!

A big thunderstorm came crashing in and scared the life out of us, especially poor little Bridget! We ran to the nearest cave for shelter as fast as our legs could carry us, but it took a while for Locke to arrive (he doesn't mind getting wet, so that's good). It was kind of a tight fit, and we were as wet and cramped as sardines, but it wasn't bad. The only problem was...what in Lunaryk were we going to do until the storm passed? And that's when Faolan suggested that we tell stories. We all liked the idea, especially Bridget. Locke told us about how he found a snake in his cave once, and Misty told us about how she journeyed to the other side of the rainbow with her friends, and Faolan told us about how Bridget and him fell in a pit full of the "tastiest clovers you've ever eaten" (that's what Bridget added), and I told them about how me and Misty made mud-cakes, until we told so many stories that we...well...we ran out of stories to tell. We were gonna take another cookie break, but when Faolan reached into the picnic basket his paw was immersed into a puddle of cookie soup.

The rain's still pouring right now, and...*looks over shoulder* Misty's entertaining herself by trying to make a mud sculpture of Bridget. Faolan looks confused.

Hey...maybe you have a story to tell? ^v^

Faolan and Bridget's Story Showcase

Short Story Contest

Among other things, Faolan and Bridget love to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day with cookies, grass (in Bridget’s case), and a good story. But…they’ve come across a small problem. They ran out of stories to tell! But hey, maybe you have a story you could share with them?

How to Play

Write a story for Faolan and Bridget! They love all kinds of stories, but they would be most thrilled if you wrote about one of their adventures (they’ve had many).

Rules
1. Follow all MnF forum and site rules and adoption guidelines
2. Write a story about one of Faolan and Bridget's adventures
2. Story must be no longer than 3 pages
3. Make sure your story has proper grammar, punctuation, spelling, etc.

Bonus points if your story has anything to do with St. Patrick’s Day!

Form
Copy, paste, and post your filled out form within this thread
[b]Pet's name:[/b]
[b]Furry friend’s name:[/b]
[b]Short story (must be no longer than 3 pages):[/b]
The winner wins Faolan and Bridget!

Event has ended!

Well, the rain's finally stopped, and just in time for dinner, too! Thanks a bunch for sharing your stories, Faolan and Bridget were quite charmed.

"I would love to slide down a rainbow!" Bridget said.

"And travel to the...Scotland." that's what Faolan said.

After a long and hard decision, they now conclude that the winner of the contest is Mana! They'd really like to hear more of your stories. Every night would be great.

"Only if you want to, we mean." Faolan says.

But anyway--uh...whoops. It's already sundown and I'm never late for dinner and Omma's gonna worry and...uh...we really need to go.

I'll be sending Mana the codes for her new pets, Faolan and Bridget. Congrats!


Happy (belated) St. Patrick's Day! ^v^

[~Mana~]

This was so fun to write! They are so cute!!

The Lost Saint
St. Patrick’s day was always Faolan and Bridget’s favorite holidays. Every year St. Patrick gave a special visit to the Irish pups of Lunaryk, to make sure they were doing well. One year, however, the patron saint of Ireland never came, setting the day up to be the worst St. Patrick’s day ever, although it didn’t end that way.
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The Irish pups of Lunaryk sat at the mouth of the pass into the human world, anxiously awaiting St. Patrick’s visit. Many of the pups were playing, Colm and Emmett chasing butterflies while Rian and Isolde collected four-leaf clovers, which always appeared on the St. Patrick’s day. One pup, however, was sitting, staring unwaveringly at the pass. That pup was Faolan, the first Irish pup to have appeared in Lunaryk. St. Patrick was rumored to be the one who sent Irish pups to Lunaryk, because Faolan had no memory of Ireland, but had certainly not been born on this side of the pass (at least not in the sight of any Lunaryk Wolf).
“What’re ye doing Faolan?” His friend Bridget asked him. Bridget was a sheep whom St. Patrick gave the Lunaryk pups as a gift the year before, and whom Faolan befriended immediately.
“I’m just waiting for St. Patrick to come, he visits on this year every year! Misty makes everyone cookies, St. Patrick tells us stories of Ireland, and he brings gifts, that’s why he brought you!” Faolan replied happily, never taking his eyes off the pass. Bridget sat next to him, deciding to help watch as if that would help bring the saint quicker. Suddenly, Faolan’s face fell, as a thought came to him.“ Although he is already an hour late, he is never late.”
The pups waited for another hour, and still the saint was nowhere to be found, even the other pups were beginning to worry. “That’s it!” Faolan said, “something is wrong, and I am going to find out what!”
“What are you going to do Faolan?” Isolde asked, she is the youngest and oddly enough the best at following rules. “We can’t go look for him.”
“You can’t, but I can. You are all going to cover for me, tell the pack that St. Patrick took me somewhere to talk to me. I am going to go to the human world and find him!” Faolan replied, and, grabbing a bag of Misty’s cookies, he ran out the pass.
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As he immerged from the other side of the pass, the human world shocked him. He had expected to come out into St. Patrick’s home, but instead he was in the middle of a field, looking out upon a town. In that town, one house stood out to him like none of the others, almost like a beacon. As he made up his mind to head there, a weight landed on his back and he toppled over.
“Bah!” Bridget bleated as she rolled over him and he shouted in surprise. “Sorry Faolan.”
“Bridget! What are you doing here!?” Faolan said in dismay, he hadn’t meant to get anyone else in trouble. “You need to go back!”
“I’m not going back. Do you have any idea where you are Faolan?” Faolan shook his head, to be honest, he was completely lost. “Well, don’t forget that I’ve been on this side of the pass before, I was one of St. Patrick’s favorite sheep.”
“Do you know where we are then?” Faolan asked, he had completely forgotten that she might know exactly where to go.
She nodded her head. “I do. We are just outside of Edinburgh, Scotland!”
“Scotland?!” Faolan cried, dismayed. “But we need to be in Ireland!”
“The pass has a funny way of working. When St. Patrick wanted to visit Scotland, he’d take the pass and end up here. But when he took me to Lunaryk, he took the pass and it took him there.“ She spoke so quickly that it confused poor Faolan.
“But we want to be in Ireland, so why didn’t it take us there?”
“We didn’t want to go to Ireland. We wanted to go to St. Patrick. Well, the pass took us to him!” Faolan just stared at Bridget blankly. “Look Faolan, the pass took us as close to St. Patrick as it could, meaning he must be here, in Edinburgh. Now the trick is finding him.”
Faolan finally understood, and he had an idea. “Bridget, look at the town, do you see that building that’s glowing.” She shook her head. “That one there, the brown one with the tall sides. It’s glowing like it wants us to go there.” Again, she shook her head. ‘Well, it’s glowing to me, and I think that’s where we should start looking!” Bridget shrugged and they headed off.
Half an hour later the pups were at the glowing building, and Faolan knocked on the door with his paw. A tall man answered, one who also appeared to be glowing. Faolan stole a glance at Bridget, but she again did not seem to notice.
“Well, well, well! Who do we have here?” The tall man boomed in a very loud voice, one like Santa Paws had.
“Sir, my name is Faolan, and this is my friend Bridget.” The pup introduced himself and his friend in a small voice. “We are looking for our friend, St. Patrick. Would you know where he is?”
“Oh, you are Patty’s young pup! He talks very highly of you!” The man laughed.
“You know him then?!” Bridget and Faolan said at the same time, Faolan no longer timid.
“Indeed, young ones! He is a good friend of mine! My name is St. Faolan, the patron saint of Scotland!” St. Faolan answered. “I am, I believe, your namesake.”
Faolan was in awe, his namesake? “Is that why you and your house glow to me? Why I seem to be drawn to you?”
“Yes, Faolan, yes. That is exactly the case. Dear Patty gave you and I a special connection, so that anytime you were in trouble or looking for him, I could help!”
“Then you will help us now?” Faolan was now very excited. Bridget had begun to graze on the lawn. “St. Patrick usually visits us this day every year, but today he didn’t come.”
“That would be because he is here, with me.” Faolan gasped at St. Faolan’s revelation. So why didn’t St. Patrick come to the door? “As he was headed through the pass, I asked him to help me with a project, one that unfortunately had to be done today and could not be done alone. I apologize for your worry. Would you like to come in and see him?”
“Yes!” Faolan and Bridget said together. “Please, sir.” Faolan added.
St. Faolan led the pup and sheep into his house and revealed St. Patrick, who was stirring a very large pot. “Hey Patty, look who I have here!”
“Goodness me! Faolan, Bridget, what are you two doing here!?” St. Patrick exclaimed as he dropped the paddle he was stirring with, and lurched to catch it. Faolan explained and St. Patrick laughed. “I am sorry Faolan, but you see, I had another gift for you but it ran away. St. Faolan told me he’d make you another, but he needed my help. I should’ve sent a note on, I see know I was foolish to think you would not worry.”
“That’s OK. What is our present?” Faolan asked, a little too eagerly.
“Ohohoh, but then it wouldn’t be a surprise now woul… oh my!” St. Patrick’s avoidance of the question was cut short as a little green Leprechaun jumped out of the pot, which was now empty. It ran around snatching at gold things and St. Faolan made to catch it. “Well wee ones, that there is your present, a Leprechaun!” The pup and sheep laughed as they watch St. Faolan try and catch the green man, and soon St. Patrick, Faolan, and Bridget made to help.
Faolan didn’t care that he’d soon be in trouble with Morgryff and Lythiel for running through the pass. He had met his namesake, found St. Patrick, and had a fun time catching a Leprechaun! This guy would be fun to play with back in Lunaryk!
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And that is how a seemingly terrible day, turned into the most exciting St. Patrick’s day Faolan and Bridget had ever had!

[TLOSpyrogirl]

~Once upon a time, long, long ago...~

Once upon a time? But I'm only 8!

Faolan, shhh! Let Toodles tell her story!

There was a great rainbow. This beautiful light stretched across all of Lunaryk, over the icy poles where Santa Paws lived, across the tall mountains where the rare Draconis Megalocanus make their homes in volcanoes, through scorching deserts... And finally, coming to rest on two fields, opposite the whole world.

Bridget, what's a pole?

Shhhhh!!

Every day, the residents of Lunaryk looked upon that rainbow and were happy. However, it represented a great sadness. At one end of the rainbow lived a little lamb all alone, in a vast and beautiful garden enclosed by a winding hedge maze. That lamb had no friends except the bumblebees. And she had no parents or responsibilities either, so she could frolic all day, but she was very lonely.

At the other end was a small town of wolves who had built their homes around the base of the rainbow. Here lived a young wolf pup - because the town was very small, he was the only pup in the whole village, and he was lonely too. Every day he wondered what was at the end of the rainbow, and dreamt about climbing up and sliding down to the other side.

This wolf pup knew, of course, that all rainbows became solid on St. Patrick's day. So he decided to wait until then and see if he could find a pot of gold. Of course, his mother had forbid him from sliding down rainbows, so he had to pull a trick.

His mother was an air elemental, so while she was spinning up a cloud for him to sit on to go pick the apple trees, she convinced her to lead the cloud close to the rainbow's top. Once he was sure he could make it, he jumped right off the cloud, landing onto the light.

But rainbows are just refracted light caused by the reflection of the light water droplets -

She said it was solid on St. Patrick's Day, dummy!

The wolf pup wobbled a bit, but finally, he took a running start and began sliding right down the rainbow. He slid over deserts, and mountains, and oceans, for what seemed like hours. But finally, he came to the end, and came sliding down into the lamb's garden - crashing right into her and knocking her over!

Despite the wolf's odd entrance, the two spent many hours talking and playing together, sharing stories from their side of the world. But the wolf pup realized, many hours after he had come, that it was almost midnight! If he waited, then the rainbow would disappear and he would be stuck in the garden forever! The lamb, of course, wanted nothing more than to leave the garden and see the real world, so the boy put the lamb on his back. Climbing a tree and jumping off the branch, he began to slide down the rainbow.

But while they were sliding down, it began to draw closer to midnight, and the rainbow began to fade. Soon enough, right as it hit midnight, it turned to light and the two new friends came crashing down - falling right onto the back of a waterhorse!

After much explanation and apologies, the waterhorse agreed to ferry the two back to land. After that... it was just a matter of walking through the Forest of Doom, the Endless Scorching Desert, the Freezing Mountains, and the Grasslands of Intrepidity... But they arrived home safely! And they lived happily ever after as BFFs and went on lots more adventures forever!

Whaaaat?! You skipped the best part!!

That sounds scary!

I'll tell that story another day! It got too long... >_> So, the end!