A women garbed in a fine robe walks in and sits down in cushioned chair placed in front of a large fireplace. "Have a seat and I'll tell you a story"

Her hands link together and she leans back, the fireplace gleaming off her small glasses. "It happened like this:

I'll never forget this day. Everything seemed to stand out, but it wasn't until after the incident that I really noticed the fine details." She takes her glasses off and wipes them carefully with a handkerchief from her pocket before she delicately fixes them back in place.

"It was the 13th of March, and a Friday. One would tend to assume that because it was a Friday the 13th that the day would indeed be a bad one, but I was too caught up in the day to pay head to the warning that lay in the air.” Her head slowly shakes as she lets out a sigh.

“It was a rather sunny day here in California, and the wind was blowing softly. I was outside doing a bit of yard work, and over-all just enjoying such a nice day. I was attempting to keep myself busy as I waited until I could leave to board my plane that was to take me to Atlanta, Georgia.” Her eyes lay transfixed on the fireplace and one could easily tell her mind was elsewhere.

“Now, why was I going to Georgia, you may ask. Well, its simple really, I was wishing to attend the Momocon. I had my tickets tucked safely in the front pocket of my overalls,” her hands instinctively patted her chest as though the tickets were still there “and my things were packed inside.

“Now, here is where my memory gets a little fuzzy. Everything happened so quickly.” her head shakes in mild disbelief “I had just set down the hose from watering our flower beds when I noticed a patch of clovers on the lawn. Now, I have a tendency to always want to dig through the clovers in search of a four-leaf clover. So, naturally, I kneeled next to the patch and started to carefully pick my way through them. I spread some of the clovers apart in order to see the ones underneath, and to my surprise, there lay a seven-leafed clover. Now, I figured it must have been my lucky day to find such a rare clover, but it was not luck at all.

“I quickly reached for the clover, my eyes wide with awe. But there was something wrong with it. I grabbed the delicate stem and gave a light tug, but nothing happened. I tried again, this time a little harder, but still nothing. It was as though it was stuck in place. Well, I certainly wasn’t letting such a rare find go to waste, so I gave it another good tug, and to my delight, the clover began to lift. But what shocked me, was I heard a faint voice.” She chuckled softly, as if amused.

“Oh, how foolish I was to keep pulling that clover. As I lifted it up, I saw what appeared to be a small human garbed in green clothes with pointy ears dangling from the stem of the clover. ‘Put me down!’ he shrieked, his small legs kicking side to side. Now, I wasn’t about to give up that clover, so I shook the little bugger lose.” A smirk spread across her face.

“He rose from the clovers, fixing his small hat back on his curly red head. His hands landed on his hips and he glared up at me. ‘Now give me my clover back!’ he demanded, his small hand jutting out towards me. But there was no way I was giving up that clover, so I leaned forward to get a better look at him. I squinted my eyes and looked the little fella up and down. ’Are you a Leprechaun?’ I asked him in disbelief.

“His face scrunched up with anger ’That is none of your business! Just give me my clover back.’ His small hands snatched at the clover, but I easily held it out of his reach. Then my ticket fell from my pocket, because I was leaning too far forward, and landed in front of the small man. He quickly snatched it up and dove into the clovers.

“I couldn’t believe it, he stole my ticket. I dug through the clovers with my free hand, trying to find him, but to no prevail. ‘Give me my ticket back! I need that!’ I screamed at the clovers. I heard a faint snicker, but I have no idea from where. Then he suddenly appeared on my hand, and he snatched that clover away from me. His small hands signed a little salute and he vanished with a grin and my ticket.


She sighed and shook here head. “I dug through those clovers all day, but to no prevail. I even drove to the airport, but no one believed me and they wouldn’t let me board the plane. I got home and just sat outside, watching that patch of clovers.

“One day I will find that Leprechaun again, and I expect him to pay me back for that ticket, and perhaps he can grant me a wish of getting the fine “Georgia Peach” shirt that he made me miss out on.”

She stood from her chair, saying “So, if you ever find a Leprechaun…flick the little bugger in the head for me.” and left with a grin on her face



If my tale of insanity happens to appeal to your better nature, then I would much appreciate a female shirt. Thank you ^^

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