Introduction
It was a long time ago in the small little town of Portarlington in the emerald green hills of Ireland, where life was rough and hardships suffered many a family. In Portarlington there lived a hardy family of Irish called the Kilpatrick's. They were a calmly family of eight:
A young father, age thirty-four, Mr. Emit Kilpatrick who was a relatively dark complected man compared to most Irish. His eyes were as green as the emerald hills are his hair as red as the wild rose. A pale-red freckle or two dotted his face. He lived with his lovely wife of sixteen years, Mrs. Martha O'Conner Kilpatrick, age of thirty-three.
She was fair skinned with auburn hair that flowed down her graceful back. Her eyes were a deep hazel, they mainly shone a beautiful green, but always they had the hint of brown lurking deep within them. A few freckles on her nose accented her lovely complection. She helped her husband and children on the farm on most days and did mostly housework. She knitted daily, it became a hobby of hers, and people became accustomed to her carrying two knitting needles and a large afghan draped over her shoulder.
Mr. and Mrs. Kilpatrick had five children. Their eldest was a son named James, age sixteen, was a good mannered boy. He was around six feet tall and a very strong, tough young man. He had short fiery-red hair and a temper to match. His eyes were as green as his fathers. He worked many of the summer days in the fields and the farms with his father.
Their second eldest was a gorgeous young lassie by the name of Bridget. She was a graceful young lady at the age of fifteen. Her hair was a light brown with golden streaks flowing through it and it was a medium length that ended at the middle of her back. Her skin was not as fair as her mothers but it was not as dark her fathers. Her lovely eyes were as hazel as her mothers that held a fire inside them. She looked nothing like her father, although she acted just exactly like him. She was a good mannered young lady with a hidden desire for a freedom no other man or women, child or daresay god would even fancy. She had a temper much like her brother possessed, but she rarely showed it. She kept to herself much of the time and on a beautiful day, usually wondered throughout the forests that covered the vast land her family owned.
The Kilpatrick's middle child was a daring son named John. He was a young age of ten. He had short red hair much like his father's and his eyes were to match. He was fair skinned like his mother though, but his temper was of his father. He was an adventurous little blighter that made most trouble-makers look as if they were angels. He was a very "spirited" young boy that slowly was learning some manners... although it seemed as if he never even heard of the word manner, he though, at times, was good-mannered. He helped his father and brother on the farm during the clear sunny days of summer.
The Kilpatrick's second youngest child was a gleaming little lassie by the name of Anna. She was a beautiful bright eyed girl of six years. She looked exactly like her father. Her hair was as fiery red and her eyes shone emerald green. Her skin was like her father's and a few freckles covered her face. Her hair was very long and she usually kept in it a neat little braid. She was a very enthusiastic child and spent most of her days playing with children her age in the fields surrounding her families land.
The youngest child of the family was a very young lassie by the name of Mary. She was a small child the age of two who was now learning to walk and to speak. She looked like her mother. Her eyes shone of the emerald green though, but her skin was fair like her mother's. Her hair was not fiery red as her fathers but not the honey color of her mother's. She is a two foot tall little lassie who asks questions as if there is no tomorrow.
The final member of the Kilpatrick's is Mrs. Kilpatrick's father, Mr. Patty O'Conner. He lives next to his daughter's family in a little cottage near the Borris River. He is a good ol' chap who is at the ripe age of sixty. He helps his son on the farm from time to time and visits his grandchildren quite often and tells them stories of mythical giants and faeries that live in the emerald hills.
They had a few animals around on the vast lands they owned: A couple of mules, two pigs, a cow, a pair of horses, ten chickens and a few goats. They also had three dogs, a German Sheppard, a Great Pyrenees, and an Irish setter; they protected the lands day and night. The best dogs the Kilpatrick's had ever seen. They also had one ol' black cat by the name of Jack that slept in the house most of the time and caught mice here and there.
And so their story begins...
The misspellings in this story are intentional. I just thought I would let my readers know ahead of time! It is Irish slang.
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