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It is said that there was somewhere in Ireland forbidden territory for men, which should remain pristine and wild, because he belonged to an elf.
One day a man decided to cultivate this field is forbidden, and would then return to earth. No sooner had he taken his shovel and started when he heard a small voice that said malicious:
- But what are you doing here?
It was a little elf who had just emerged from a hole in the ground.
- Well I just plow the field, the man replied.
- And who gave you permission? said the goblin
- Nobody said the man a little stunned.
- While waiting, said the Goblin, we'll help you
And a hundred elves appeared and helped him return to earth.

The next day, the man tried to sow. No sooner had he wanted to sow the same little voice said:
- But what are you doing here?
- Well I plant, said the man
- Et qui t'a donné la permission ?
        - Personne !
        - Alors attend, on va t'aider, dit le lutin.
    Deux cent lutins apparurent alors, et l'aidèrent à semer son champ.

    Lorsque le blé eut poussé, il fallut le récolter, mais l'homme était malade, alors il demanda à son jeune fils. Quand celui-ci arriva devant le field, he could not resist: he broke an ear to taste the wheat.
- But what are you doing there, then asked the same little elf who had just appeared.
- Well, I taste the wheat, "replied the son.
- And who gave you permission?
- Person: the scope of my father, defended the child
- While waiting, we'll help you, "said the elf.
And four hundred and elves sprang chewed all the corn in a few moments.

When the father saw this, he went into a rage and began beating her son, whom he loved so much.
- But what are you doing there, "asked the elf who once again, had just arrived.
- I hit my son, who ate all my field, "said the man angrily.
- While waiting, we'll help you, "said the elf a harsh tone. And
eight hundred elves sprang, and knocked the child to death.

Then the mother arrived, and seeing this, took her child in her arms, and began to cry.
- But what are you doing here, "asked the elf with a melancholy air.
- I cry my son is dead, "said the mother sobbing.
- While waiting, we'll help you ...
thousand six hundred elves then sprang from the earth, and began to pay all tears from their bodies, crying children with her mother. Tears, so many, became rivers, and they carried the mother and child.

So the father was left alone, dazed outside his field and his devastated family swept away. An insect stung him, and he scratched the itch to hunt. The elf then asked him:
- But what are you doing here?
- I scratch, because an insect stung me.
- While waiting, we'll help you, "replied the elf.
And three thousand two hundred elves emerged, and he scratched the skin and flesh. Finally, the elves scratched to the bone ...

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Conte Irish

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Image David T Wenzel