Púca

Okay.

Well, Pukwudgies I've heard of because Longfellow, of course, included them in the Song of Hiawatha, and therefore I had to read about them, and I'm imagining there's connections between them and the Celtic Puca or Pook.

I mean, it seems pretty likely, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Pukwudgies are mischievous humanoid little creatures, very much like Puca.

Mm-hmm.

They've also become really associated with Massachusetts, although they were part of the Ojibwe folklore from the Great Lakes region-

Yeah

They know, for it was the Children of Dana who brought the hens to Ireland.

"Tomorrow," said Morag to Flann, "follow the little red hen, and if she makes any sign when she touches an herb that grows near the ground, pluck that herb and bring it to me." That night, Morag and Flann talked about the Pooka and his fierce horse.

On Samhain night, the night before the real short days begin, the Pooka rides through the countryside touching any fruit that remains so that it may bring no taste into winter.

The blackberries that were good to eat the day before are no good on November day because the Pooka touched them the night before.

What else the Pooka does, no one really knows.

He is a timid fellow, as the little red hen said, and he hopes that the sight of his big black horse and the sound of its trampling and panting as he rides by will frighten people out of his way, for he has a great fear of being seen.

The next day, the little red hen stayed in the courtyard until Crom Dubh left with his herd.

Okay, so first overall, I had to decide between taking Pookin' the Cool and Jonathan Taylor.

And I took Jonathan Taylor a lot of people are not really impressed by the decision cuz Pooka been bald

Oh,

but I got an explanation for it and go

Now, the puka is most commonly associated with remote mountains, deep glens, and severe weather.

The old stories explicitly state that the Pooka travels on the wind, reveling in storms and gales.

While it often takes the shape of a terrifying black horse with sulfurous yellow eyes, a dark goat, or even a dog, the lore is very clear on one point.

The Pooka is a true shapeshifter.

Its form is fluid, dictated entirely by its erratic, wild will.

So, to a folklore historian, the blue shapeless mass hurtling up the side of a stormy mountain against the wind is a textbook manifestation of raw, unshaped puka energy.

But encounters like this leave a permanent stain on the psyche.

The city lights may be bright, but they only illuminate the valley.

And that whole thing about like, well, plus Harvey knows that Chumlee is a friend of Elwood's and he's not going to just go with anybody, but he trusts Elwood.

And even though Harvey decides to come back to Elwood because they prefer one another over Chumlee, at least we know that even though Pooka's, it's said, you know, can cause, you know, good and bad things to happen.

Harvey seems to be one for playfulness and good.

Yeah.

He opened the door, and a flash of lightning showed him outside the threshold a low-sized, shaggy, wild-looking horse.

And Fergus knew it was the Pooka, the wild horse of the mountains.

Bold as Fergus was, his heart beat quickly as he saw fire issuing from the Pooka's nostrils.

But banishing fear, he cried out, "Come in and welcome." "Welcome you are," said the huntsman.

"And sorry we are that we have not better shelter or fare to offer you." "I couldn't wish a better welcome," said the Pooka as he came over near the fire and sat down on his haunches.

"Maybe you would like a little bit of this, Master Pooka," said the huntsman's wife as she offered him a barley cake.

"I never tasted anything sweeter in my life," says the Pooka, crunching it between his teeth.

"And now if you can give me a sup of milk, I'll want for nothing." The huntsman's wife brought him a peggin of milk.