Eddie Spaight propped his five year old nephew upon his knee and spoke about his Irish sojourn of many long years ago. The little boy's eyes widened with awe when he heard that his uncle's arrival to the Emerald Isle was met with much anticipation by family and neighbors alike. He told little Jimmy he was greeted with cheers of welcome from all the neighboring farmers as he walked along the dirt road towards his grandmother's cottage.
Eddie continued to entertain his "little buddy" as he lovingly called young Jimmy with his carefully crafted tale of how he became a gifted teller of stories. Gently tweaking Jimmy's nose while peering over his alligator glasses he began "After I left your great grandma's house, I travelled to a place called county Cork." Little buddy tilted his head a wee bit then questioned,"Huh?" "Yup, Cork." Eddie nodded and went on to explain,"that's were the Blarney Stone is kept."
Eddie informed his little buddy that the Blarney Stone was slab of rock that was blessed with an almost mystical power. He said that whomever planted a kiss on the stone would in turn be granted a gift of eloquence, a power of proise, a dexterity of diction, or more simply put, an artistry of "B.S."
Like many people Jimmy had always dreamt of possessing that skill to spin a good yarn. Now he knew where to go and what he must do to acquire it. So he decided that his goal for this day in Ireland would be to trace the very footsteps of his uncle that would lead him to County Cork and visit Blarney Castle. It sounds like a fairly mundane achievement, but he wanted to express his tales with passion, and thanks to kissing the fabled stone at Blarney, Jimmy thought maybe, just maybe he would be able to do just that.
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