“Faunes, or Brownies, if ye will, Or Satyres come from Atlas Hill.”

A satyre is a man with the ears and tail of a horse. They are more commonly known as ‘Brownies’ or (Broonie) or in Scottish Gaelic ‘gruagach’. They are impish, rough, disheveled elves who, during the day, hover in dark corners of ancient houses.

Once night falls, they dedicate themselves to fulfilling the mundane jobs that the owners of the house, to which they have adhered too, require done. And let it be known, a brownie does not slog away, looking for reward. Oh! No, so sensitive is their commitment to their hosts they willingly toil unwavering neither for substance nor hospitality.

There was once told, of a pregnant lady, who lived in the lowlands of Scotland, who necessitated a doctor urgently. When her butler was tardy in his approach to ride out for assistance, didn’t her brownie grab the gentleman’s cape and taking the laird’s best mount, do the job forthwith.

Unfortunately, just in the wee time of his being away, the local river had swollen to a menacing level. This made the ford a dubious hazard. But not to be deterred, the brownie quickly conveyed the doctor with all speed.

Diving into the water, he crossed to the other side, and deposited the doctor at the lady’s side.

On returning the bedraggled horse to its stable, the brownie then went in search of the butler. When he saw he was only just in the execution of pulling on his boots, the brownie got so mad he proceeded to dish out a most callous flogging. 

When the laird heard of this spectacle, he was thrilled. Discovering the brownie had an inkling for a green coat, he immediately commanded his tailor to make one. The laird then placed it in the brownie’s murky corner of the house.

Maybe, an unwise move.

For the brownie was so excited with his fine coat – he was never seen again.

One suspects, fed up with his menial chores and now dressed like a grand gentleman, ‘clothes maketh the person’. The Brownie was now elevated to the ranks of a fairy.

“Faunes, or Brownies, if ye will, Or Satyres come from Atlas Hill.”

A satyre is a man with the ears and tail of a horse. They are more commonly known as ‘Brownies’ or (Broonie) or in Scottish Gaelic ‘gruagach’. They are impish, rough, disheveled elves who, during the day, hover in dark corners of ancient houses.

Once night falls, they dedicate themselves to fulfilling the mundane jobs that the owners of the house, to which they have adhered too, require done. And let it be known, a brownie does not slog away, looking for reward. Oh! No, so sensitive is their commitment to their hosts they willingly toil unwavering neither for substance nor hospitality.

There was once told, of a pregnant lady, who lived in the lowlands of Scotland, who necessitated a doctor urgently. When her butler was tardy in his approach to ride out for assistance, didn’t her brownie grab the gentleman’s cape and taking the laird’s best mount, do the job forthwith.

Unfortunately, just in the wee time of his being away, the local river had swollen to a menacing level. This made the ford a dubious hazard. But not to be deterred, the brownie quickly conveyed the doctor with all speed.

Diving into the water, he crossed to the other side, and deposited the doctor at the lady’s side.

On returning the bedraggled horse to its stable, the brownie then went in search of the butler. When he saw he was only just in the execution of pulling on his boots, the brownie got so mad he proceeded to dish out a most callous flogging. 

When the laird heard of this spectacle, he was thrilled. Discovering the brownie had an inkling for a green coat, he immediately commanded his tailor to make one. The laird then placed it in the brownie’s murky corner of the house.

Maybe, an unwise move.

For the brownie was so excited with his fine coat – he was never seen again.

One suspects, fed up with his menial chores and now dressed like a grand gentleman, ‘clothes maketh the person’. The Brownie was now elevated to the ranks of a fairy.

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