The legend of the Minimi clan is one that forces its audience to contemplate the thin ‎line between the truth we see with our own two eyes, and that which are hidden ‎from us.‎

Hidden Acres, the home of the Minimi Clan, will never be found on a human map, ‎despite it - and its spritely inhabitants - having existed in Ireland for over four hundred ‎years. Sceptics will never find tangible proof of the Clan's existence, besides their lore, ‎which you currently hold. ‎
Living in veiled harmony with their human fellows, the moral code of the Minimi is ‎steadily fixated on the betterment of their earth, and the care of it's creatures, great and ‎small (although, most are far larger than the Clan you are to soon be introduced to).‎
Of course, there are always cynics to any great tale. The few humans who claim to have ‎seen our Clan, despite unwavering conviction, have never been taken for more than local ‎fools. With a subtle roll of ones eyes, or an awkward glance across a table, observers of ‎such a dreamer could easily make their feelings known - that their friend was merely ‎falling victim to an age-old trap of fairy hunting. ‎
However, when the Minimi Clan face a crisis which threatens their very survival, their ‎human counterparts will soon become their greatest threat, and their only hope. ‎