Anna Bogle

Anna Bogle is a leprechaun with a gap in her smile and a reason for it. "I gave mine away," she says, grinning wide enough to fit a whole story through. Tonight she squeezes through the window of a cottage in County Kerry, inspects the tooth under the pillow, and whistles low. "This one is LOVELY. Much nicer than the one I lost." She wraps it in a clover leaf and flies — because even leprechauns fly when the cargo matters — to a place where teeth become keepsakes and gold is beside the point.