Just before the last ice age - in flowerin' field of shamrock and four-leaf clover - John Patrick McNally, Jr. was born blessed with an Irish ancestry. As a wee lad the gift of blarney was bestowed upon him by a wise old leprechaun wizard; a distant cousin twice surgically removed from his mother's side of the family.

    In return for his 'gift of gab' Jack had to promise the wizard he would speak only in an ancient Gaelic tongue known just to the leprechauns and a select few sons of Erin.

    As you might imagine, it was difficult to attend school speaking a dialect known only to the privileged few, so Jack began to write. And tho he never uttered a single intelligible sentence in the presence of his teachers, Jack's enchanted writing soon earned him the well deserved credential 'BS'.

    The rest is history. While supporting himself by working in public relations, sales and editing several obscure tabloid newspapers and magazines, Jack wrote a series of best-selling novels, short stories and essays which quickly topped the charts in the Leprechaun Times and Rolling Shamrock. Of course they were in ancient Gaelic and the circulation was somewhat limited, but there's not a single living soul among the Little People who doesn't own a complete set of his collected works.