Mary Naicker

Mary Ann Leprechauna Mary Naicker

Thomas the father Christmas of the village. The leprechaun with remarkable green eyes. Problems were sorted out when one confided in him. But his days were numbered. Perhaps the last day of his life in human form. 'Does she know she is having a child?' echoed the voice from the coin.'Thomas answer me at once, you old worn out leprechaun.'Maureen felt calm the child resting like herself before getting to know one another. She felt Thomas's invisible presence throughout. He chose his words carefully.'You and Christy are the chosen pair. She is a leprechauna. This is just the beginning.'