In Ireland, if you trespass on the dinner of the Wee Folk, they’ll invite you to stay for supper. The cost is that you’ll never want to eat mortal food again, and you’ll soon starve.
Meanwhile, in Wisconsin, if you trespass on the dinner of the Haunchies, they may beat you half to death with miniature baseball bats before cut your legs off so you’re no taller than they. And then to cap the night off, they may hang you from a tree and set you on fire.
One of these groups can learn a lesson in hospitality from the other.
The Haunchies are local to Muskogee, Wisc., where they live in a village called Haunchyville, complete with miniature buildings. Some say they’re goblins, while others claim they’re descended from dwarfs who tired of the freakshow life and ran away from the circus. Oddly, no one suggests that they’re part of a secret cult worshiping Bast, or that they’re all secretly named Ronald, even the women.
(You know it’s true, though.)
There are unsubstantiated reports of a haunchy community in the greater Port-au-Prince area, providing IT support to private Christian schools.
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