Song: Going Home
By: Celtic Women
Start song at (1)
The Leprechaun walked into the rainbow and it, him, and his gold disappeared again.
"Three, Two, One." On Anansi's count of one the leprechaun, minis his rainbow and coins made his way into the crowd with a less flashy but still deep green outfit. "Show off." The spider said good-naturedly.
Small creatures-with pointed ears and tails sporting a tuft of hair on the tip-scurried around under the food counters, the stage, and around the garbage cans. They worked tirelessly to keep everything clean and tidy. They lived to help others and that was why they volunteered to be the clean up crew of the festival. In return the hosts always gave them a 'sweet' thank you, usually with honey involved. As the Leprechaun made his exit and discrete return the cheaters found themselves in a lull. As such they agreed it was their turn to share a show.
Taking out wood flutes a quarter of them started a smooth calm melody. (1) The creatures made their way to the stage, millions of them-all little bigger than hamsters. Everyone made way for them, humming with the flutes.
About half way there another quarter of them started to sing. "They say there's a place where dreams have all gone. They never say where but I think I know. It's miles through the night just over the dawn, on the road that will take me home."
A third quarter, this time distinctly female, picked up the song now. "I know in my bones I have been here before. The ground feels the same though the lines have been torn. I've a long way to go, the stars tell me so, on this road that will take me home.
The final quarter of them started to pair up and sway to the song, dancing slow and beautiful.
"I have never seen brownies so...so…." Tooth struggled to find the right word.
"Magical?" Jack asked.
"Yes!"
The winter spirit chuckled quietly. "That's because they usually want to remain unseen. They work best by remaining in the background of the lives of the ones who's homes they care for. They are very caring creatures though, as long as you don't hurt or anger one."
"You mean that the whole Bogart thing is real?" Bunny asked.
"Of course it is." Teffa said.
The big four stared at the kind faced creatures with a bit more caution now.
"Relax!" King said. "You're not going to anger them. Mouse traps, purposefully undoing their work, or trying to chase them from the house; that will anger them. But they're here to have fun just like everyone else, just don't make a mess of the trash cans."
The kookaburra laughed his head off at their faces.
"Shhhh, I can't hear the brownies." Kovu complain.
At that moment the two singing groups of little creatures were continuing their song.
"And when I pass by don't lead me astray."
"Don't try to stop me, don't stand in my way."
"I'm bound for the hills where cool waters flow."
"On the road that will take me home."
The flutes were swapped in the blink of an eye for bagpipes. And the melody was almost sweeter somehow. On and on they played, hypnotic and calming. The dancers began to gather in the center of their preforming area.
All together they closed their song: "And I know what I've lost, and all that I've won, when the road finally takes me home. I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm...going...home!"
With a wave like movement the brownies bowed three times from left to right, right to left, and left to right once more. Then they vanished back to the work of tidying up.