Little Man

I stumbled home with my camera last year at 3 in the morning with a belly filled with the good old whiskey and I heard a little Irish voice from below me. I looked down and there he was, the little fella lying by the grid, rolling himself a wee little herbal remedy! He granted me a wish if I were to find him a nice new wee place to live, which I did. I gathered him up, put him in my pocket and now he lives in my wee little nesting box on my oak tree! He says he's one of the sibdhe of the other world, but got lost in the sewers and can't find his way back to his loved ones. He comes out with me from time to time, and I order an extra whiskey at the end of the night, especially for the wee man, because it's the whiskey that brought us together!