Fairy Tale Fix - 121: You’re Cool & Hot, and You’re Fired

Episode Date: March 31, 2026

The Spinners of Blessings & The Abhartach It’s Irish fairy tale month (AKA the best time of the year)! Abbie reads an old Irish folk tale that’s sure to bring a happy tear to your eye with The Spinners of Blessings. Then we take a sharp turn with Kelsey’s dark Irish folk tale, The Abhartach, thought to be the inspiration for Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Make sure to rate, review, and subscribe. You can find us on Instagram @fairytalefixpod, and chat with us on our Discord channel! Join our Patreon at patreon.com/fairytalefixpod and visit us at fairytalefixpod.com. Fairy Tale Fix Podcast is a Fantastic Worlds Production. Make sure to rate, review, and subscribe. You can find us on Instagram @fairytalefixpod, and chat with us on our Discord channel! Join our Patreon at patreon.com/fairytalefixpod and visit us at fairytalefixpod.com. Fairy Tale Fix Podcast is a Fantastic Worlds Production. Fairy Tale Fix is performed and produced by: Abbie Lammel (@bonanzafamine)Kelsey Horne (@monsieurcheval)With tremendous thanks to our good friend, Dustin Alexander In partnership with our Patreon producers: Angel EspinozaGisselle M. InganCynthia LammelWilliam JohnsonElizabeth MasoudDami SchlobohmCaroline DonhamMelissa BuronRabia SadiqTamra DerryLinda Kay PardonnetDana DomkoCait Williams Books and other media mentioned in this episode: Check out all the books from the show here!Fearless Girls, Wise Women And Beloved SistersThe AbhartachThe Origin and History of Irish Names of PlacesThe Abhartach: The Terrifying Tale of the Irish Vampire Fairy Tale Fix Podcast is a Fantastic Worlds Production.

I'm ready. I have my Guinness. Okay. Excellent. It's delicious. I didn't go to the store after work because I forgot. And then I got home and I felt bad leaving my dog again immediately. So I have an old-fashioned.

Nice. Yeah. I think that's very acceptable for this. I think it's fine. Irish fairy tale day recording. Agreed. And it's delicious. What kind of whiskey?

Did you use? I used Rye whiskey. I used one. I used my like special blend of, um, yeah, fancy.

Uh, Epic Rye, which is a local Baltimore made. Rye. You're so fancy. I'm a fancy girl. The Abby blend. Mm-hmm.

Because I took that whiskey blending class. And then I took it again so that I could blend. Mm-hmm. I'm like, I want to take that class. It's really fun. went to trivia last night. I did not know, like, anything.

And I got... Was it general trivia or, like, a category? They do categories. There's, like, four categories in last night was 70s before and after, which was really confusing to me. I don't really get it. And so it was kind of like a general knowledge thing on that one. And then nature, which it was all about trees.

So I was really, like, really hyped. because I know a lot of cool wildlife fun facts, like a lot. Yeah, you do. And it was all tree stuff. I knew like a few of them, but I was... That's too bad because like if it had been bugs, like it would it or birds or, you know, like animals, wildlife. It should have been wildlife related because you would have known it. I was a little tipsy and so I was just like making shit up at that point.

And they were like, you know, like, what is the top of the trees? called, which is, I guess it's like called the canopy. But I was just like, it's the tippy tops. That's the scientific term for it. It's the tippy tops. Did you get the, um, the announcer person to at least laugh a little bit with your answers? I mean, she's like over, this trivia night is packed. There is like nowhere to sit. You have to get there super early to find a spot. And she's like, way off like you're not like I made my friends laugh who were there with me that's really that's really what's important is that you made your friends laugh yeah yeah oh my gosh obi is on the bed behind you just like wriggling yeah and being adorable yeah oh I think they call it

glorping gloping when like pit bulls writhe on their back and make pig noises Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. I've never heard that, but I love it. Steven saw one TikTok video that called it glurping. So that's what it is now. Okay, bye. And he's off. I leave, I have to leave the door open when I record while Steven's not here.

Because otherwise he'll just like scratch at the door and whine the whole time. Or go destroy something. Mm-hmm. As we established in the episode that we recorded last time. He might even be going off to do that right now. He could. But he won't. He's been a good boy.

He's been chilling out. Just in time for Stephen to be home next week. Nice. What day does Stephen come back? Tuesday. I'm so excited. I miss him so much. So soon.

On St. Patty's Day. I know. Oh, yeah. We have some very excited. news we have a new patron bambo bough bow bow bow we wanted to thank Franzi for joining our

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my ADHD is going crazy because then Thunder just peeled outside and I just like, I'm feeling a little bit of like sensory overload. Give me a sec to kind of. No worries. Collect my thoughts. Whatever you need. Take your time.

By the way, this is fairy tale fix. I'm Abby. And I'm Kelsey. And Obie needs to fucking stop. Go away. Abby has many animals. Get out. All over her.

Oh. He's dumb. Very good. It's the show where we read each other classic fairy and folk tales. And then we fix them for us. Indeed. And purely us. That's just us.

That's just who we are now. I am really excited because Tish Black, our good friend Tish Black made a fairy tale mashup, like, Paige. Did you ever play MASH? I did. Okay. I loved playing MASH. I didn't, but I feel like I would have if someone else had brought it up. So I'm really excited to check it out.

How did you escape the 2000s without having played MASH whenever you were bored? busy doing shit like light as a feather stiff as a board bloody mary like all the scary I'm just a horror girlie absolutely okay so you skipped all of the non-horror-related boys I was fantasizing about seeing ghosts and getting murdered hey you know you could absolutely and we could and did included horror options on the mash you know I love that idea because it's like it's who you're going to marry where you're going to live what car you're going to drive what car you're going to drive what job you're going to have and serial killer came up a lot as what job you might have. You know, I feel like I played a version of that, but it was different where it's like, it's like, oh, you're going to marry this person and this is going to be your car. Maybe I did play match. I'm excited to play. I would be stunned if you hadn't. But yes, we'll play. We'll play with Jessette and Lee on Tuesday. I think that would be really fun. If everybody is in.

interested. Go check out Tales with Tish on Instagram. Go to her link in bio and go to her website and find the mash. It's like fairy tale mash up. Oh, and she also made like a cootie catcher that's fairy tale theme. Lots of fun stuff, including her awesome books. So I just wanted to throw that out there. I think she's, she's been doing some fun stuff. Oh my God. I haven't made a cootie catcher in so long. Now I want to do that too. Right. Hell yeah. I'm like trying to find it. Anyway, I'm going to do that later. Anywho.

You wrote me yesterday. Yes, I did. Thoughts you had about music and sports and... I don't know if you want to put it on the podcast, but I was thinking, I was talking to Adam about he was, he picked me up from trivia after his band practice. And he was talking about how, you know, like, he complains a lot about band. And I'm like, you know, you don't have to go, right? Like, this is a voluntary thing that you're doing. And he's like, you know, but I really like it.

I really enjoy being around people who play music and also playing music. And I'm like, yeah, you know, it kind of gives you that, like, religious experience. Like, why people go to church. It's like socialization. There's something really spiritual about music. Absolutely. Something really fulfilling for just your mind or your spirit or whatever you want to call it. Yeah.

And he was like, kind of. kind of talking about how, and I was like, you know, that's honestly probably why a lot of people get really into sports, like music, sports, all that kind of thing. It's like a camaraderie. You're all in the same team. You're like going toward a specific goal. And he was like, that's how I feel about games. And then we decided we should do a monthly game night. Hell yeah. Because I think you had mentioned to me a while back that like Stephen was wondering, like, how do you, how do you deal with kind of not being a part of that? kind of community, like being religious and then not being religious.

Yeah, this was something we talked about when we all went to Aftershock together last year. Yeah, and I didn't really have that problem. Like, I went from being religious to not religious. And I think it's because I still had like a kind of community with like you guys. Mm-hmm. Yeah, and still felt like connected to something. Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Yeah. So. that came up. I was thinking about it and I was like oh we should do a month of game night. I mean, I would just love that just because I just enjoy games and I enjoy you. But I yeah, no, I think that like having like a monthly, having like monthly rituals or like specific time. Yeah, exactly. Oh my God. This reminds me of so like you know like how you see all these posts all the time of people saying. like, oh, like building communities, what's going to save us? Get to know your neighbors.

I mean, I see these posts all the time. I don't. I don't see that. I see a lot of cats. And I see a lot of posts that like kind of do a lot of theorizing about the like what, like, what meaningful resistance to fascism looks like. And one of the big, one of the big topics that always comes up is stuff like mutual aid, but like mutual aid for strangers, but also mutual aid just for people you know in your life.

And that also, and that part of how you do that is you get to know your neighbors and you actually try to like build, um, like community structure. Okay. And the reason I bring this up that reminded me of that is I, because I've always,

I've looked at those posts and I've been like, yeah. I don't want to get to know your neighbors. I don't disagree on any particular point. but also I'm not going to do that. I don't want to get to know my neighbors. Well, I mean, it's not that I don't want to get to know them. I just don't have the energy. I don't have the energy to get to know them or to get that process started or to like start

building community networks where we all support each other. Like I really like all that stuff in theory. I'm just not going to be the one who gets it going. I just know that a lot of my neighbors are not people that I would want in my community. Oh, yeah. that's also, that's also very, very, very fair. But these two lovely young people knocked on my door last night and they said that they've been going around all of the houses in the neighborhood that had pride flags out and I've got a big progress flag on my front porch and said, hey, we're, you know,

we started a neighborhood group chat for on signal for everybody who seems cool, who lives in the neighborhood. And we're going to have a neighbor, we're going to have a neighbor, we're going to have a neighbor, potluck at our house on this date. Like, you should come by. You seem cool. And so there, and so I don't know. Like I was like, wow, someone's actually getting started on all of the things that tell us that we should be more neighborly.

Hell yeah. And I think that they're doing it in an interesting way, which they're being more selective. Oh, yeah. Yeah. They seemed younger. I'm bad at ages and faces and names. I don't, I'm just bad at other people in that way. But they seemed youngish.

They seemed like they're in their mid-20s somewhere. Very cool. Hell yeah. I love the idea of only inviting people with pride flags. Exactly. So they're being very selective about who's invited to the signal chat for the neighborhood. They definitely didn't knock on Vince's door. Fuck you, Vince.

If I lived in a cooler neighborhood. Sure. Sure. But the young gays, I have hope for the future. Hell yeah. You go, young gays. Please come to my, you go, Glenn Coco. I might not come to your potluck because I'm anti-social and tired.

But it's cool that that's an option. And that you want to get to know your neighbors. Politics aside and all that good stuff, all that real world stuff. Let's talk about some fun stuff and get us out of the real world for a little bit. Please. Or maybe even more into the real world, into the important world. The fairy world. Yes.

The most important world. Absolutely. I think you're first today. I am. What stories do you have for me? It's the best time of year. It's Irish fairy tale month. And I've got two Irish fairy tales.

that I'm excited to tell you. So let's do it. The first one is called The Fairy's Revenge. And I can't believe we hadn't read it already. God, I read so many tales. So I read so many. And a lot of them were starting to sound the same to me.

So hopefully I really haven't already read this. It's okay. They all follow very similar themes. So this is a Lady Wild story. And it's not very long so I'm just going to give you two points or two predictions.

You have to earn those points. Okay. So obviously one of my predictions has to be about how I think the fairies got pissed off. Mm-hmm. And something important was stolen.

Okay. Love it. Full name, main character. Perfect. Full name. Okay. Hit me. The fairies revenge.

The fairies have a great objection to the fairy rafts, where they meet at night being built upon by a mortal man. A farmer called Johnston, or Johnston, having plenty of money, bought some land and chose two beautiful green spots to build a house on. The fairy spot, the fairies loved best. Of course. Dun, dun, dun. Done. Yeah, bad.

The neighbors warned him that it was a fairy wrath, but he laughed and never minded, for he was from the north. Ooh, shade. And looked at such things as mere old wives' tales. So he built the house and made it beautiful to live in, and no people in the country were so well off as the Johnstons, so that the people said the farmer must have found a pot of gold in the fairy wrath. Which does this story remind you of another very excellent fairy tale where the local say,

don't build your house there. Don't do it. No, I'm drawing a blank. I'm thinking of Murman Rosmer. Oh, fuck, yes. Which is one of my all-time favorite stories. It's so good. I forgot.

That's how it starts that they, I get so distracted by the Murman with the incredibly long arms that I forgot that the story begins with, you shouldn't build a house on that cliff. I love that. If the locals tell you, don't build your house there. Don't build your house there. Don't do it.

It's just no liable. But the fairies were all the time plotting how they could punish the farmer for taking away their dancing ground and for cutting down the hawthorn bush where they held their revels when the moon was full. And one day, when the cows were milking, a little old woman in a blue cloak,

came to Mrs. Johnston and asked her for porringer of milk. Go away, said the mistress of the house. You shall have no milk from me. I'll have no traps coming about my place. And she told the farm servants to chase her away. That was your second mistake. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Big time. Big time. Never be rude to a lady in a blue cloak. Never. You learned that from last episode. Mm-mm. Sometime after, the best. best and finest of the cow is sickened and gave no milk and lost her horns and teeth and finally

died. Then one day, as Mrs. Johnston was sitting, spinning flax in the parlor, the same little woman in the blue cloak suddenly stood before her. Your maids are baking cakes in the kitchen, she said. Give me some off the griddle to carry away with me. Go out of this, cried the farmer's wife, angrily. You are a wicked old wretch and have poisoned my best cow. And she bathed. She bathed the farm servants drive her off with sticks. Okay, selfish. Now, the Johnstons only had... Now, the Johnstons had one only child, a beautiful bright boy, as strong as a young

colt. And as full of life and merriment. Mm-hmm, Abby's making a face. That's the correct face. Yeah. I'm waggling my eyebrows a lot. But soon after this... I wonder what's going to happen, but this...

Boy. I don't know. But soon after this, he began to grow queer and strange. Uh-huh. Which isn't as fun as it sounds. Because he was disturbed in his sleep. For he said the fairies came round him at night and pinched him and beat him. And some sat on his chest and he could neither breathe nor move.

Oh, it's not his fault. Ferries don't give a fuck. They don't give a fuck. They don't give a flying fuck. They told him they would never leave him in peace unless he promised to give them a supper every night of griddle cake and a porringer of milk. So to soothe the child, the mother had these things laid every night on the table beside his bed and in the morning they were gone. So they're not even like just give us our fucking dancing ground back. Now they're like, just give us something.

We just want a little food. Mm-hmm. You know? Fair. reasonable. Totally reasonable. But still the child pined away and his eyes got a strange wild look as if he saw nothing near around him, only something far, far away that troubled his spirit. And when they asked what ailed him, he said the fairies carried him away to the hills every night where he danced and danced with them till morning when they brought him back and laid him again in his bed.

At last, the farmer and his wife were at their wits end from grief and despair for the child was pining away before their eyes, and they could do nothing to help him. One night he cried out in agony. Mother, mother, send for the priest to take away the fairies, for they are killing me. They are here on my chest, crushing me to death, and his eyes were wild with terror. Oh, my God. Now, the farmer and his wife believed in no fairies and in no priest, but to sue the child, they did as he asked and sent for the priest, who prayed over him and sprinkled him with

holy water. The poor little fellow seemed calmer as the priest prayed, and he said the fairies were leaving him and going away, and then he sank into a quiet sleep. But when he awoke in the morning, he told his parents that he had a beautiful dream and was walking in a lovely garden with the angels, and he knew it was heaven and that he would be there before night, but the angels told him they would come for him. Damn, this took a very HCA turn. Mm-hmm. Then they watched the sick child all through the night, for they saw the fever was on him, but hoped he would change come before morning. For now he slept quite calmly with a smile on his lips. But just as the clock struck midnight, he awoke and sat up and with his mother, and when his mother put her arms

around him weeping, he whispered to her, the angels are here, mother. And then he sank back and so died. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Now, after this calamity, the farmer never held up his head. He ceased to mind his farm and the crops went to ruin and the cattle died. And finally, before a year and a day were over, he was laid in the grave by the side of his little son. And the land passed unto other hands as no one could live in the house and it was pulled down. No one either would plant on the raft so the grass grew all over it, green and beautiful. And the fairies dance there once more in the moonlight as they used to do in the old time.

I'm free and happy, and thus the evil spell was broken forevermore. But the people would have nothing to do with the childless mother, so she went away back to her own people, a broken-hearted, miserable woman, a warning to all those who had aroused the vengeance of the fairies by interfering with their ancient rights and possessions and privileges. The end. Okay. All right.

Don't fuck with the fairies. Don't fuck with the fair. Don't build your house. Don't take their dance. A. A of all. And B, A of all, don't do that. And B of all, when they've decided that, you know, like, hey, you know what?

Mm-hmm. We'll let it stand in exchange for some griddle cakes and some milk. I mean, but it still wasn't even good enough at that point. No, because now they're just doing it to prove a point. They're doing it to make a point. Mm-hmm. Although maybe they would have started torturing the kid. Anyway.

Like, just because. I don't know. Did it, it didn't really sound like a, like a changeling, but I kind of was thinking like it had, because like his eyes grew wild.

I don't know. I was kind of wondering. I thought that, I mean, I thought that they were going to kidnap him, was my initial thought. Yeah. But now I'm being.

if if he died, I don't necessarily know if there was like a switcheroo. Yeah. Holy shit. Don't fuck with the fairies. Don't fuck with the fairies. I don't think I get any points off that. Something important was stolen. The fairy is dancing ground.

Yeah. You know what? I don't know why I said that's so aggressively like I was mad at you. It was stolen. It was stolen. Abby. Idiot. You definitely got at least one point.

I don't. think we got full names though just the last name which is interesting just the last name yeah interesting interesting choice but you know that's that's the risky run when you make specific predictions wow um what do you think of the story yeah for that story i don't think i have right that was i mean that was intense but also kind of like how intense yeah don't don't fucking don't fuck with fairies don't build your house on their dancing grounds. The end of the story delivers a strong moral, which I really approve of. And I kind of like that it didn't turn into like a Christian moral at the end.

You know? I thought it was a moral. It was really interesting that they believed in no fairies. They believed in no priests. No priests. How interesting is that? Like what? I thought that was interesting too.

Yeah. What do you make of that? I think Honestly, I think it's kind of a way for people to be like, oh, they didn't believe in fairies and they also don't believe in God or like, and that's why they're going to punish so harshly. Yeah. Yeah. So it seems almost like an insult. It does.

But it was neat because that almost never happens in these stories. It doesn't. And they were doing it anyway, of course, with their son. Oh. I don't know. They don't say how old he was. But they say little. Yeah. I mean, my thought was like under five. Mm-hmm.

Young. They take him to go dance with them. That's interesting. Yeah. I don't know. I don't know. I want to see that horror movie. Me too. I mean, that's why I kind of like it because I think it's a good horror story. about why you don't, it's a good, like, possession. I don't know what's wrong, you know, horror story. And I can totally see, like, a movie where the kid is out dancing with the fairies,

but, like, feeling awful. And the fairies are, like, frightening, but beautiful and a little fun, but also, like, nauseatingly scary. I don't know. I like it. I love when fairies just don't really understand. like um and that one story the boy who wanted more cheese yeah and they're like oh you want cheese and they just give him so much that it like almost kills him yeah hmm i love that i love fairies like that where it's like they're not really evil they're just

sort of chaotic and don't understand humans they're just not human yeah um ooh good stuff yeah did you want did you have a fix for it when you read it No, I don't, I don't love that it ends with like, oh, and then the childless mother, like, nobody wanted anything to do with her. But I guess they were obviously just like miserable people that were super well off and not sharing any of the wealth. I don't know. I want more. I want more information. That is what I want.

As usual. That is the fix. Yeah. More detail, please. Yeah, I want to know everything. Tell me everything. And, you know, sometimes, sometimes bad things happen to good people who just don't believe in fairies, so. Mm-hmm. Or God. Or God. I just liked how fucked up it was. I was not expecting that. Like, it was, that was revenge. Holy shit. And I love that they got their dancing ground back. Me too. Very cool. Like, all is as it should be again.

I kind of wish there was a more specific place that it was. Ooh, that's a great fix. Which hell are we talking about? Yep. I want to know exactly. Yeah. Okay. That's a fantastic fix.

I like that. Ooh. And then maybe with a fix of like people like bring them offerings still to this day kind of. Yeah. Ooh. Okay. Bring them some griddle cakes. Griddle cakes.

Is that like pancakes? I think so. Because that sounds really good. Are you a little hungry? Now I am. I will get hungry if I'm just thinking about food. I don't feel like it doesn't even matter if I am hungry or not. If I'm like thinking about food or watching food videos.

Same. I will get hungry. I'm always hungry. I can always eat. Don't tell the fairies that. Because then they will. They'll feed me already. All right. This next story is called The Hurling Match. And it's even shorter, so I'm just going to give you one prediction.

Evil landlord. Amazing. I love an evil landlord. I am. The hurling match. And this one doesn't say like who it's by. I think this one's more just kind of like, information about fairies that I thought was interesting. Okay. The fairies, with their true artistic love of all the gentle graces of life, greatly dislike coarse and violent gestures, and all athletic sports, such as hurling and wrestling, they often try to put an end to them by some evil turn. Which I think is really funny, the idea that fairies just hate sports.

They hate sports. They're like, ugh. Play some music for God's sake. This isn't rebels. I think that's so funny. I love that. And this obviously means fairies are gay. They're so gay.

That's why fairy is another term for a gay person. They hate sports. They hate sports. And they love to dance. So good. Okay. One day, a great. Oh, do you know what hurling is, by the way?

No, but like in my mind, I imagine has something to do with, like, throwing heavy objects as far as you can. Man, I feel like that makes way more sense than what it actually is. It's more like field hockey. It's like they have these sticks. And they hit a hard ball, like, across the field. Wait, so it's like curling? Kind of?

Curling is more like a giant shuffleboard. Oh, that's right. Okay. But hurling's more like, like, it looks like field hockey to me. I'm going to, hang on. I'm going to go to those. Yeah, look it up. So it's like, it'll show you people.

It kind of looks like lacrosse a little bit too. But they have these wooden sticks that they're like smacking this hard ball. Oh. Around. Oh, and the, it's called hurling. because the wooden stick you play with is called a hurley. Yes. Because you're hurling balls and stuff with it, maybe.

And it's an old-ass game. Old enough that the fairies fucking hated it. So I think that's really funny. The fairies fucking hate this game. They just, they hate all sporting events. I could get so into hurling. I could get into anything as long as I, like, had a friend and we were like, watching it together and have fun.

Yeah. That's the thing is like, Like, you know, and maybe they'll revoke my queer card for this. But I enjoy attending sporting events because I just, I, it's like what we're talking about earlier. I love the crowd vibes. I love the energy. I love everybody participating in the same thing and caring about it. When something good happens and you're all like, like your team, something good on your team happens and you're all looking at each other like cheering them on.

And it's just like, it's a spiritual experience. It's so fun. It is so fun. Anyway. Anyhow. It is. It's transcendent. It's transportive.

They don't think it's fun. The fairies fucking hate it. I think it's too much. You know what? It's, yeah. It's not dancing. It's not dancing.

Which could be like a competitive sport like it is in Ireland. I'm pretty sure. Yeah. Dance is a competitive sport. If the movie, the luck of the Irish, from Disney Channel, Tommy Anything

with the great actor Timothy Amundsen, whom I love more than any other actor ever. It is that dance is a sport. It's a sport, boy, all.

I fucking love that movie. It's my favorite. I just love Timothy Amundsen. I want to watch him and everything. Me too. He's wonderful. One day, a great cloud of dust

came along the road during a hurling match and stop the game. On this, the people grew alarmed, for they said the fairies are out hunting and will do us harm by blinding us, and thousands of the seed swept by, raising a terrific dust, the no mortal eye could see them.

Then one man, a good player and musician, ran for his fiddle and began to play some vigorous dance tunes. For now, he said, the fairies will begin to dance and forget us, but they will be often no time and hold a revel on the wrath to the music of their own fairy pipes.

And so it was, for at once, the whirlwind of dust swept on the hill of the fairy wrath, and the hurling ground was left clear for the game to go on again in safety. It must be acknowledged that the fairies are a little selfish, or they would not have interfered with the

great national sport of hurling, which is the favorite amusement of the country, and used to be held as high festival, and arranged with all the ceremony, of a tournament, at least before the bad times destroyed all the fun and frolic of the pleasant life. Of the peasant life, not pleasant. I'm sorry.

The prettiest girl in the village was chosen as the hurling girl, the Kalina Bailia. Which I'm sure I'm butchering that, but anyway. What does the hurling girl do? Is it like being a bat girl in baseball? I don't think so. Well, I don't like she hands out the baths. No. She's dressed in white and accompanied by her maidens and then proceeded to the hurling ground and the piper and fiddlers going before her playing gay dance tunes.

So why don't the fairies like it? Here, let me keep going. Okay. There she's met by the procession of the young men surrounding the chief hurler, always a stalwart youth of over six feet. Oh, tall, handsome man. Very specific. And for the next match, another pair would be selected, and each village girl anxiously hoping

to be the Colleen Abalia chosen to lead the ceremonial dance for the second following games. Naturally, the hurling tournament ended with the festive supper, much lovemaking, and many subsequent marriages between the pretty Colleen's and stalwart young hurlers. despite all the envy and jealous of the fairies who maliciously tried to mar the pleasures of the festival. So apparently, like, the reason for having these, like, the, like, music and opening ceremonies is to, like, deter the fairies from interrupting the game.

Got it. I was like, no, see? It's a party. Yeah. It's, no, we're not having a sporting event. We're having a revel. Mm-hmm. Don't you want to go do that over by your fairy wrath instead? Yep.

I thought that was so funny and cute that they're just like they fucking hate sports. And this is why we have opening ceremonies to. Yeah. Like confuse them and hopefully send them somewhere else. Amazing. I'm obsessed. I love that so much. No fixes.

A little bit of fairy lore that I never could have. imagine. That's fantastic. It wasn't really like a story, but I thought it was fun and interesting. It is fun. And I'm actually kind of, you know, as a segue, I've kind of got something similar for you to start as off. Oh yeah.

Did you end up finding a story? Yes. I finally found, I finally found it in story enough form. Yes. As opposed to just the lore. Yeah. Okay. So what I'm going to tell you about, which shout out.

to Emerald Isle. You always come through with like folklore turned into story format and I really appreciate you. Hell yeah. So I'm going to tell you about the man wolves

of a sorry. Ooh. Is that different than the witch's excursion? Yes. Okay. The man wolves of what? A sori. Osse-y.

I'm going to figure out how it's pronounced real quick. I forgot to actually look. I was so obsessed with finding the story I didn't actually. Oh, yeah. Sometimes I forget until I'm right there reading it to you. Trying to say it. Oh, yeah. I should have looked up how to say this.

It sounded good in my head. Ooh, how many predictions do I get? It says I'm right, but then in a different place, it says I'm not right. I guess I'm just going to go with Osir. It's O-S-S-O-R-Y. Okay. So I was saying a story.

It's Osiry. I hope that's right. The Man-Wolves of Osir. The Man-Wolves of Osir. I am very excited. You can give me dose predictions. Okay. My first prediction is insatiable hunger.

Hmm. My second prediction Hunger of some kind I'm hoping it's a sexy story Man wolves I don't know It gets me going And my second prediction

I guess curse Sure. Can I bring that? It's a little boring. I feel like insatiable hunger is less boring. I also like that you, it's a qualifier of could some kind. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Maybe a sexy insatiable hunger.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Oh my gosh. I really wanted to mention this. I don't know if anyone else is excited, but the Akatar series has two new books coming out in October and then again in January.

Yeah, I heard that she split, that it was all going to be one book and then it was getting long. So she split it in two, but we still get both in a relatively short amount of time. There's a part of me that if both sides of the story, both parts of the story are ready, splitting them into two books is a shameless cash grab.

For sure. For sure. But it's not that I'm not excited. I am. Speaking of sexy fantasy stories. Speaking of sexy fantasy. I saw that and I got excited. I mean, they're not even like my favorite books.

I think I just, I haven't been to like a midnight book release kind of thing. again, it's just that like camaraderie. It's the community. I'm excited to like read the book with my friends and talk about it and have it be like hyped up. That's what I'm excited about. Me too. Because like the thing is like I enjoy these books. I do think they're fun.

I also have a lot of like bugaboos about them that I really, really enjoy talking about with my friends. Like I love talking to you about these books. Me too. It's very. And I love all the memes. There's so much funny, like, content that's been created based on these books. 100%. And I love it.

Me too. I'm stoked to see what else happens. I also really like the folklore she puts in. I would love, like, I want more of that. Give it to me. Um, nom, no, no, no, no. Yeah, they're so. They're stupid, but they're really, really fun.

Yeah, they are. Anyway, we're talking about. about man wolves today as opposed to ripped fairy guys. Yeah, we're talking about ripped, hot, sexy man wolves. Yeah. Maybe. I hope. Probably. Give it to me. It's not not that. Okay. The Manwolves of Osir. Ancient Ireland was said by some to have been plagued by a particularly large and fierce breed of wolf and men would sometimes go to war with them or call them to war alongside heroes and champions.

They would even... I know. I love that. Me too. It's what I do like about Irish folklore is like where wolf lore is like... And wolf lore is like they, like the wolves of Ireland are like...

I mean, there aren't any wolves in Ireland anymore, but they... Because they were all hunted to exterminate. But wolves and folklore and Ireland are like an interesting, it was an interesting rabbit hole to go down. But anyway, they would even make so bold to attack villages and towns and a great pack of them assailed Coleraine in the year 1650. To battle these fierce wolves of great cunning and speed were bred the Irish wolfhounds,

a mighty breed of dog which can grow to the height of a man's shoulders. but older stories yet claim that wolfhounds weren't bred to hunt wolves at all, but a darker sort of beast. Oh, plus how cute is an Irish wolf found? That's the same dog that that anthropologist had. On the cover of our movie, Animal Magnetism. Oh, my God, that's right. Bonds, Boaz.

Yes. I'm pretty sure. Yeah, no, hang on, I got it right here. You have her right there It's a big dog Oh And then we had the skeleton on the back I know we were like

We're so cool We're so cool Anyway Everybody should want to be our friend I want an Irish wolf hand Me too I'm gonna shut up I'm sorry

I don't I've already got a big stupid dog I want a bigger one bigger and dumber That's my kind of dog All right Darker sort of beast Part wolf

Part man The ancient book Written by Irish monks The Fitness of Names Recounted the spoken histories Of the druids and bards Who remembered the lines of kings And spoke of a prince

called Lagnik Phelid Whose brother Fear duck was the first king of Osiri. I don't know if I said those names right. That's okay. Keep going on. I'm just going to keep it pushing. Yeah. His children and all the people of his tribe

could from that day forward chained themselves into wolf in form and raid the herds and homes of their enemies, going a wolfing as it was known, devouring cattle and people with equal lust. It is for this reason that the wolf's head became the banner of Osiri of old.

Oh, nice. Yeah. And when an Osorian lived as a wolf, their human body lay still in cold at home as if dead. When they were able... I know. So it's kind of also... Did you watch the movie Wolf Walkers?

Mm-mm. It's on Apple TV, and it's a animated film about a English girl who comes to their father to hunt wolves in Ireland, but then she becomes a werewolf. And this is where the... lore was pulled from. Dude, that's fucking awesome. It's a fucking awesome movie.

Highly recommended it is additional March viewing. Love it. I'm definitely checking that out. Do it. The artwork is really pretty. The art, like the artwork is gorgeous. The story is beautiful.

Oh my God. Those wolves are so dirty. They're very derpy. I love them so much. Okay. Come on. So anyway, so when they're about to change,

into a wolf, strict orders were given to friends not to touch or move the human body. For if it was moved to a place where the returning spirit could not find it, then the person was doomed to remain in wolf form for the rest of their life. So that's one legend. And even older legend recounts how three werewolf women came forth from a cave one year during the harvest feast to slaughter sheep and other livestock and who were finally lured to their doom by music and massacred. By music.

Oh, no. Those poor women wolves. Yeah, my, obviously my fix for that legend is that didn't happen. And they're out terrorizing. Their descendants are still out terrorizing people's livestock. I wish for that. Very much. That's what they deserve.

So seriously were these stories taken that they even came to the attention of the Vatican and received the seal of Pope Urban 3, perhaps the first ever tale of the werewolf recorded in Christendom. In 1812, a priest by the name of Geraldist Cambrensus or Gerald of Wales, royal clerk to the British king, was making his way from the north and Ulster down into Meath. And as he was exploring the country and writing it all down in his topographica, topographia hibernica, which is where this next story is pulled. from and what I could not find a translation of until like 40 minutes ago to save my life.

You nailed it. You got it. Thank you. He stopped for the rest of the night. He stopped to rest for the night and after darkness had wrapped itself about the world and the fire was burning down to embers. What should he hear? But a gruff, throaty voice echoing out of the darkness asking him to walk into the forest. A gruff throaty voice. Yeah. Why do I keep thinking it sexual? I don't know. I think I could guess your fix for this story.

I'm in a place. Well, he would not, and he was terrified out of his wits with it. But after he calmed down a bit, he convinced the speaker to step forward into the light and be seen. And what should emerge but a mighty wolf of yellow fang and gray fur. The wolf told Geraldus that he was an accursed son of the tribe of Osir, who had been damned to send forth two of their number every seven years in the form of a wolf by St. Natalis of Kilkenny, son of Angus McNatry, king of Munster, 600 years before. As wolves, they would stay and live for seven years until they returned home to be replaced

by another couple. Well, when Geraldo's heard this, he was greatly troubled for having read the writings in Natalus. He knew him to be a strict and unbending man of God who would brook him. no dedication from his own interpretations of God's law. And of course, being long dead, the curse could never be lifted. The wolf who didn't give his name told the priest that his wife had been wounded by hunters and was in her death throes not far off. And since they were both Catholics, they'd like it if he'd like if he'd come and hear her last confession. And so he went after some persuasion to a nearby cave and found a she-wolf who spoke in turn and gave her confession and received

the final rites before passing away. And when she did, she turned back into an old woman to the astonishment of Giroldus. Before he wrote to his bishop and thence to the Pope, Geraldus reflected on the words of St. Augustine, who also spoke of shapeshifters. We agree them with Augustine that neither demons nor wicked men can either create or really change their natures, but those whom God has created can to outward appearance by his permission become transformed so they appear to be what they are not, the senses of men being deceived and laid asleep by strange illusion so that things are not seen as they really exist but are strangely drawn by the power of some phantom or magical incantation to rest their eyes on unreal and fictitious forms.

I like that it's specific to shape-shifting, like in general and not just like Werewolves. Yep. They're just any shape-shifting. There's a lot of it in Ireland. Mm-hmm. A lot of, I mean, yeah, absolutely. A lot of, like, a lot of creatures, a lot of fey creatures.

Mm-hmm. Like, and that things appear different than they are in reality. Mm-hmm. Although no wolf has walked the dark forests and remote hills of Ireland for many a long year, at least that we know of, still you can travel to where Osir once stood marked on the map below. So if you go to the story, you can see. The end.

Man. All the werewolf floor. Very cool. Right? I love, I don't know. I love that kind of like old, like using a wolf's head as like the symbol for your. Yeah. The Osorian kings.

Yeah. It's so fucking cool. Yeah. Super fucking cool. Great lore. I also just love like, so you totally get it. Curse.

Oh, yeah. But I like that like it was a, because if you'd said blessing, it would have also been true because in the early, in a different legend, being a werewolf shape shifter was a blessing. Yeah.

Hell yeah. And, but I like that like it's also like, you know, the curse part is that like it's a, it's a trade where you have to spend seven years living, like, living as a wolf. And I kind of like that it's like, yeah, it's a really fucking old curse that

was put on this town by a fucking jerk who's dead. Uh, so it can't, there's nothing to be done about it. He was just an asshole who liked to make his own interpretations of what the Bible said and went around cursing people willy-nilly and now he's dead and we can't do anything about it. Um, so I think that like my fix, my fix for that part of the story would be like, you know, um, this young, like, Geraldus figures out some, some right or some blessing or something that he can use to lift the curse. Yeah. On the people.

But everything else, I don't know. Yeah, that does a good fix. Yeah. I do love a good curse, though. Me too. And also, like, is it so bad to live seven years in the woods as a wolf? Maybe I don't want the curse lifted. Like, I don't know.

Seven years is a long time, but also seven years of not grinding as a human. I don't know. I don't know. Being a wolf does sound hard. And she is dying because she got hurt. Yeah. And, you know. So who knows?

It just kind of sucks for her. I think we're just like in a place where it's like, man, seven years as a wolf doesn't sound so bad right now. Sounds fine, actually. I'd rather do that the one I'm doing now. Oh, an alternate, a variant of the story of the, like the curse version is that it's not St. Natalis, it's St. Patrick. Oh, cool. Yeah.

Man, he's, that saint shows up everywhere. He does. And also, by all accounts, kind of a strict asshole who didn't like, didn't like pagans. Didn't like fun. Yeah, anti-fun. You're sucking all the fun out. Sucking all the fun out of things. Patrick.

Oh, freaking A. I do love that, like, it's St. Patrick's Day is just a memory of some, like, the way that we celebrate St. Patrick's Day in, at least the USA, obviously. In our highly problematic probably way it was celebrating. Uh-huh, uh-huh. But it's just so, like, has nothing to do with St. Patrick at all. Like it's not at all.

And it's all about- Everything to do with getting drunk. Getting drunk. But also, I mean, for us, it's like Irish culture and, like, folklore and celebrating all the things that St. Patrick would have fucking hated. Mm-hmm. Which is very fun, I think. Yeah, me too. No, I love the way we do

St. Patrick's Day. And hey, it's not that I don't enjoy getting drunk. Yeah. I do. But I like that, you know, we always take this month to celebrate and read Irish fairy and folklore specifically because it's what made us love fairy tales to begin with. Definitely. Okay, I have one more short fairy tale.

The Witch's Excursion, which I'm reading today from my fairy tales, Folken Fairy Tales of Ireland book. This story was collected by Patrick Kennedy. Oh, I love Patrick Kennedy. And you may have three predictions. Ooh. Prediction one, mean landlord. Come on.

Second prediction. Man, the witch's excursion makes me visualize like a cute witch and she's like hiking. It's Caroline. Going on hikes. Oh, I love that so much. Finding little mushrooms. You know what?

We're going to go with like important plant. I don't know. Okay. Important plant. That happens a lot in Irish folklore. It's usually a hawthorn bush. And three. Hmm.

Okay, for this one, I'm going to predict a specific place. Come on, Patrick Kennedy. Come on. Do it right, Patrick. Come on. Okay. Seamus Rua was awakened from his sleep one night by noises in his kitchen. Stealing to the door, he saw a half dozen old women sitting around the fire, jesting and laughing.

His old housekeeper Madge quite frisky and gay, helping her sister Crohn's to cheering glasses of punch. That sounds so fun. What a thing to wake up to. Right? Hey, ladies. Hey ladies. Wait, did you say his housekeeper Madge? His housekeeper Madge is giving these old ladies.

She's up an awesome time hanging out with these witches, getting them punch and stuff. Get out of here. Go back to bed. Go back to bed. He began to admire the impudence and imprudence of Madge, displayed in the invitation and the riot, but recollected on the instant her officiousness in urging him to take a comfortable posse, which she had brought to his bedside just before he fell asleep. I like, is Match kind of hot? Is Match? Is Match?

I'm seeing Madge on a whole new light. But then he remembers, that bitch tried to make me sleep through this. Amazing. Queen Madge. Had he drunk it, he would have been just now deaf to the witch's glee. He heard and saw them drink his health in such a mocking style as nearly to

tempt him to charge them. They're like in his house parting and they're like, oh, Seamus. Yeah. Yeah, buddy. Love your house. Love eating your food and drinking your punch.

That's funny as fuck. He was tempted to charge them, but he restrained himself. Good. The jug being emptied, one of them cried out, Is it time to be gone? And at the same moment, putting on a red cap, she added,

By Yarrow and Roo and my red cap too, high over to England. Making use of a twig, which she held in her hand as a steed, she gracefully soared up the chimney and was rapidly followed by the rest. Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes. Also, twig, important plant. She's using it to fly. Okay.

I'll take it. It's a yarrow. It's a yaro. Oh, yeah, she's said yero. Okay. I feel a little bit better about that. I was like, just twig is like, man, but. I think it counts.

A specific. I love it. It's a specific. It's yero. Do we know more about it? Never mind. I love it so much. I don't want the story to end.

When it came to the housekeeper, Seamus interposed. By your leave, ma'am, said he. snatching twig and cap. You detestful old crocodile. If I find you here on my return, there'll be wigs on the green. What does that mean? I don't know.

Hold on wait. We got to look that out. Wigs on the green. Oh, it's a novel. Okay. What is it? Wigs on the green is an Irish-English idiom, meaning a serious, heated argument, brawl or violent disorder

the conflict. Wow. Okay. Yeah, that stands to reason. That makes sense. That's foxy Irish for I'll beat the shit out of you. I love it. The wig's on the green. I'm going to use that.

Me too. Thanks for looking that up. By Yarrow and Roo and my red cap too, high over to England. The words were not out of his mouth when he was soaring above the ridge pole, literally plowing the air. Yeah. He did make me shit. What did you think was going to happen?

Wait, did he say it? Sorry, or did Madge say it? No, he said it. Okay. He grabbed her twig and he grabbed her red cap and then he said the words and now he's leaving. Okay. Madge is stuck in his house.

Was it on purpose? Yes. He's like, I want to join this party. He absolutely interrupted her because she was holding this shit and then he came up and he snatched out of her hands and said the same words. Those ladies seem fun as fuck. I want to go where they're going. Madge fucking trying to make me sleep.

I'm not missing this party for nothing. I'm not missing this. The words were not out of his mouth when he was soaring above the ridge pole and swiftly plowing the air. He was careful to speak no word being somewhat conversant with witch lore, as the result would be a tumble and the immediate return of his expedition. Why is he somewhat? Like he knows witch lore somewhat. Like he's dabbled in witchcraft. I think so.

I think that's what they're implying. In a very short time, they had crossed the Wicklow Hills, the Irish Sea, and the Welsh mountains, and were charging at whirlwind speed the hall door of a castle. Seamus, only for the company in which he found himself, would have cried out for pardon, expecting to be flattened against the hard oak door in a moment. but all bewildered he found himself passing through the keyhole along a passage down a flight of steps and threw a cellar door keyhole before he could form any clear idea of his situation waking to full consciousness of his position he found himself sitting on a stillian i don't know what a stillian is either i meant to look that up beforehand hang on the stool oh a vats in a brewer vats in a brewery so like a pot still okay or a stand for holding casks All right. Also, apparently there's a crazy thunderstorm going on outside my house.

Ooh. Weather corner real quick. I didn't realize it was supposed to rain like this tonight, but I just got, it sounds crazy out there. Dang. Stupid. You're not reading something more spooky. I mean, it does spooky.

Sounds more fun. I should have saved the werewolf story for later. Yeah, right? Okay. He found himself sitting on a stillion, plenty of lights glimmering around, and he and his companions with full tumblers of frothing wine in hand. Hobnobbing and drinking healths as jovial and recklessly as if the liquor was honestly come by. Amazing. And they were sitting in Seamus's own kitchen.

So just basically, they're behaving exactly the way that behaved in his kitchen. Okay, okay. I was confused by that the first time I read it because it was. Like, wait, are they back in his kitchen? They're not. They sound fun and I want to join that party so bad. I feel bad for Madge. Madge is really missing out.

Madge has major fomo. That's my fit. Madge is stuck back in Ireland trying to get out of that house before Shams comes home. That's my fix is that Madge gets to go to the party and Seamus just rides and grabs a ride with her. Yeah. He's not a witch. Why does he say the words and it works for him? I don't feel like that's just that's.

Maybe he's, I think he's. I think he's dabble. I think he, like, my head canon is Shamis is a like former witch's apprentice who didn't make the cut. The red camp had assimilated Seamus's nature for the time being to that of his unholy companions. Oh, sure.

Blame it on the hat. Oh, yeah, it's all the hat. Well, the hat's making him look like one of them. Oh, okay. I thought it was like, oh, the hat's making him like, what to party it up too. Nope, the hat is just making it so they think that he's one of them. Interesting. Or like hiding his presence there or something.

The heady liquors soon got into their brains and a period of unconsciousness succeeded the ecstasy, the headache, the turning round of the barrels, and the scattered sight of poor Seamus. he woke up under the impression of being roughly seized and shaken and dragged upstairs and subjected to a disagreeable examination by the lord of the castle there was much derision among the whole company gentle and simple on hearing Seamus's explanation and as the thing occurred in the dark ages the unlucky Leinster man was sentenced to be hung as soon as the gallows could be prepared for the occasion You know what? That's what you get for crashing the party.

Crash in the party stealing Madge's fucking hat. You should have stayed at home. Drinking too much. Can't hold your liquor? That's embarrassing. The poor man. It is embarrassing. You got caught.

Got caught. Get good. Couldn't cut it. The poor man was in the cart proceeding on his last journey with a label on his back and another on his breast announcing him as the remorse. villain who for the last month had been draining the casks of my lord's vault had been draining the casks in my lord's vault every night he was surprised to hear him addressed by his name and in his native tongue by an old woman in the crowd ach shamis

are you going to die in a strange place without your red cap these words infused hope and courage in the poor victim's heart he turned to the lord and humbly asked to leave, and he turned to the Lord and humbly asked leave to die in his red cap, which he supposed had dropped from his head in the vault. A servant was sent for the headpiece, and Seamus felt lively hope warming his heart while placing it on his head. On the platform, he was graciously allowed to address the spectators, which he proceeded to do in the usual formula composed for the benefit of flying stationers, good people all, a warning take by me. But when he had finished the line,

My parents reared me tenderly. He unexpectedly added, Bayero and Rue, et cetera, and the disappointed spectators saw him shoot up obliquely through the air in the style of a skyrocket that had missed its aim. Nice. Oogity boogity boogity. It is said that the Lord took the circumstance much to heart

and never afterwards hung a man for 24 hours after his offense. The end. Nice. I want to know more about Madge and what she was doing and what happened to all the other witches. I think that it's one of the old women in the, it's the old woman in the crowd who calls to him and says like, Seamus, remember your red hat, the red hat, like. Somebody's watching out for him. Yeah.

And it's not God. It's not God. It's old bitties who fly on you twigs and drink everybody else's liquor. Fuck, yeah. That sounds fun as hell. Hell yeah. I thought that was a great St. Patrick's Day. Speaking of problematically getting very drunk to honor the Irish.

Here's an Irish story of problematically getting very drunk in an English lord's wine cellar. I love that they go to an English lord's castle. Amazing. Amazing. Iconic queen behavior. Queen behavior. How do I join that club? I don't know.

I mean, in fact, that could be the fix. Instructions, please, for how you can get this group of women to come party at your house so that you can join them. Hell yeah. That's what I want. That's all I want. That seems like, remember the story about like the witches on the lake where she, she, I can't remember her name because she disappointed me so greatly. I know.

She really fumbled. I feel like that's the party you could have been enjoying. Yeah. And instead, you decided to narc. You narked. Yeah. For why. You went and told your husband.

I don't know why you did that. He didn't need to know. He was happy. You should have drugged him and then drank all of his liquor. Yes. my God, you should have brought it to your girlfriends so that you could all enjoy all the liquor. I love that. Hell yeah.

Amazing story. Honestly, no. Well, maybe a little fix. Make it less about Seamus and more about Madge. Yeah. I think the story should be about Madge. That was my feeling. I feel like,

No hate to Seamus. Yeah, yeah. He should have like gone on with her, like grabbed her U-Stick at the, last minute and gone there and then they just decided to let him party with them anyway because they're cool as fuck. And then Madge is the one who calls out to him from the crowd, you know? And saves his ass. I feel like that. Yeah. I like that. Me too. And then he's like, you know what, Madge, you're cool as fuck. You're cool and hot, but you're fired. But you're also fired. That's so funny. Yes, I love that.

absolutely canon ending. Amazing. What a fantastic end to Irish Fairy Tale Month. I think that's it, right? I think that's our last... I don't know when these episodes are coming out anymore. So I'm pretty sure that's the last one for Irish Fairy Tale Month. This is the last one for Irish Fairy Tale Month.

Yep. But we've got some... Irish Fairy Tell Month is wrapped up for another year. Yeah. But we've got some really exciting things coming. Mostly because it's hard to like... I don't know why it's always hard. when there's a theme.

Yeah. It's hard to find a story when it's like, oh, I'm stuck in these parameters. You think it would be easier. No, but like, because it's harder to find a vibe read. Like, you know, because it's like then you have to, you have to pick something specific.

Like, you have to try to find a match for the mood you're in from a specific, like, genre. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. And. Oh, hi, hi, Katie. Scratching up my chair. Yeah, it's hard.

As opposed to like you just can kind of like search around and pick whatever you want on and on the month. Yeah. Yeah. Anywho. Excellent. Thank you for that story. And that's going to do it for us. Thank you so much for listening to Fairy Tale Fix.

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Any day now. Email us anything at info at fairy talefixpod.com. And so, I don't think I had any fixes for the fairies' revenge or the hurley match. As always, I just want more information. I want a whole horror movie. The works. And that's it.

Yeah, absolutely. Co-sign. And the werewolf stuff was pretty awesome. I don't think it needs any fixing, actually, except for maybe like the three female werewolves. I feel like they deserve to live and continue to wreak havoc on the Irish countryside. So I guess that's my only fix for the werewolves. And in the story of the witch's excursion, I really feel I, what was his name?

Seamus. Thank you. Seamus is, takes his rifle place as more of a hangar on, you know, a party crasher that the witch is graciously allowed to crash. And then Madge, saves his life at the end of the story.

And then he does fire her because, like, she was throwing a house party without inviting him and tried to sign him to sleep without. Exactly. And C-L's wine. So you're fine. fired match, but you did save my life.

So there won't be any wigs on the green about it. No wigs on the green. And they all lived. Happily ever after the end. The end.