Ruckus at Kilkenny’s… from Emerald Islands

Suddenly Oilill appeared to all in his beard, bright red coat, and pointed cocked hat. He mischievously leapt on to a wall and spun, and then balanced himself on the point of the hat with his heels in the air. He cackled loudly and threw gold coins into the air. The coins landed all around the tavern clanking to the floor. Davey and Timmy dove toward the nearest coins and in so doing knocked Breandan O’Gill’s ale from his hands. The mug fell to the floor and burst into many pieces. Breandan shouted angrily, stood, and moved toward the spinning pint-sized man, all the while calling Oilill a scallywag. When Breandan’s boot hit the ale spilled onto the floor from the broken mug, the big man fell flat onto his backside. Amica scarcely contained her laughter. Davey grabbed a fistful of coins, but the coins crumbled into the same sand that Oilill had thrown into the air. The diminutive person stopped spinning on the tip of his hat, landed on his finely-made pointed-toed shoes, and threw more sand into the air. This time as they flew through the air the granules changed into bits of malodorous skunk oil. Sticky foul-smelling material now covered most of the patrons in the tavern and ruined whatever beverages sat in their mugs.
The barkeep screamed, “Get that blighter!”
Davey O’Dawson added, “It’s a leprechaun! Grab him!”
Once again the little man threw sand into the air and faded from sight. The also invisible Amica stepped aside from her position near the door and fortunately out of the little rascal’s throwing range.