A young boy was walking through an Irish glen when he stumbled across a clearing with the most spectacular pool of water and an amazing waterfall. As he approached further he could see a girl, a naked girl, under the waterfall washing her long, blonde hair.
He got closer and closer to see her more clearly but at the same time he was trying to be as quiet as he could so that he would not be caught.
Suddenly, a branch under his foot snapped..
The girl suddenly turned around and spotted the boy.
“Who’s there?” she shouted in a strong Irish accent.
Then she spotted him.
“Stop! I see you….who’s that? I know who you are…” she shouted.
“I-I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…” said the boy shyly.
“You’re Mrs. O’Tay’s lad aren’t you?”
“Y-y-yes Miss, I’m Tim”
The boy ran away as fast as he could and the girl continued to wash her hair.
This story was sponsored by Timotei
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