Blarney

by Karen Warren
Here is a story about one of my Cassidy relatives in Kentucky a 150 years ago or so. You have to read this with an Irish accent:
Seems like Mr. Cassidy was just a “wee little” man. One day 2 Indians came and attacked his house. He put up a terrible fight. He swung at them with all his might. I guess this little man must have looked pretty funny to those Indians because all of a sudden they started laughing. Well, they laughed and they laughed and they laughed so hard they couldn’t fight anymore and so they let him go.
Not all that great a story, but it’s true.
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