Josh extracted the now mushy textured young pompgin and qumkuat out of his powerful man mouth, and gracefully laid them on the moss floor. The scattering became louder and stopped just behind him. Turning around to see what all the ruckus was about; he met eyes with a short creature, about 2 feet in height and with a disgusting little smirk on it's face. Josh questioned it for its name but only got a garbled response. He asked again and still, no real answer. He decided to try and make sense of what it was saying by repeating the sound back.
"Sophia Lillis" he said. The words sounding alien in his mouth. The smirk on the could creatures face turned to one of joy and it began hopping up and down singing the noise out loud. It calmed and searched its queer dress for something, checking each and every feather-decorated pocket it eventually found something. A horn made of bone. It blew on it once, and then a few times. And a few times more; each toot increased with power and emotion. After a minute of this blowing. A swarm of these interesting creatures emerged from the overgrowth. All wearing similar outfits. A larger one, with a wreath of elm cane from the bushes last. A slight this under its vast weight and a booming yet high pitched voice.
"Catholic Catholic EIRE"
"Excuse me, I don't know if you can understand me but I'm looking for some help with my Gourds here" Josh said whilst pointing towards his slowly decaying companions. A creature, much shorter than the largest, presumably ruling, creature looked up at the ruler and waited. The ruler nodded and the little one ran over And picked up Neiner and Renault.
The ruler took one look, garbled something to his followers and they scurried back off into the vegetation, leaving josh footless, pompkinless, and without an cumqqwhat.
Without his foot, Josh's fate was sealed. He could see the twine at the entrance of the clearing he was in, his foot caught up in it. He must've walked into a hunting trap made by one of these... beasts. He decided, that in his last minutes. He would think about his wife and secret boyfriend: Jennifer Lawrence and Michael Cera. He also thought of a name for these peculiar creatures, he named them after the last word he heard from the ruler - "Eire" he'd call them the "Eirese". He didn't like that name, he thought that since they barely even constituted a life form with their short size and barbaric ways that they are only sort-if-ish people. The "Eireish". He liked this and wrote it down on a scrap of paper with his last bit of energy. "The Irish" - he couldn't spell.
