Today, there was a Lepperchaun running around our house, making mischief and hiding from sight. On St. Patrick’s Day, if a kid searches and searches, she might be able to see the Lepperchaun – and then it will grant her a wish. If she should actually catch the Lepperchaun, it will be obliged to give her its chest of treasures.
And so Rocky, camoflauged in green (which Lepperchauns have a hard time seeing), spent the day looking for the Lepperchaun. Finally, at the end of the day, she said, “I don’t like Lepperchauns.” Apparently, she was feeling frustrated at not having at least glimpsed the damn thing.
In the morning, when Rocky wakes up, she’ll find a green shamrock cookie on the table, with this note:
“Me Bonnie Lass Ry, Thanks for keepin’ me on me toes! Better luck next year.
Happy St. Patty’s Day! -The Leprechaun”
Hopefully that’ll make up a bit for the lost Lepperchaun treasure chest.