The Llandrillo Version

: Welsh Folk-lore

I am indebted for the following tale to Mr. E. S. Roberts, schoolmaster,

Llantysilio, near Llangollen:--

Two men whilst otter-hunting in Gwyn Pennant, Llandrillo, saw something

reddish scampering away across the ground just before them. They thought

it was an otter, and watching it saw that it entered a hole by the side

of the river. When they reached the place they found, underneath the

roots of a tree
two burrows. They immediately set to work to catch

their prey. Whilst one of the men pushed a long pole into one of the

burrows, the other held the mouth of a sack to the other, and very

shortly into the sack rushed their prey and it was secured. The men now

went homewards, but they had not gone far, ere they heard a voice in the

bag say, My mother is calling me. The frightened men instantly threw

the sack to the ground, and they saw a small man, clothed in red, emerge

therefrom, and the wee creature ran away with all his might to the

brushwood that grew along the banks of the river.