For those of you still here, here is my story ;-)
So there I was sitting under a tree relaxing, enjoying the breeze, when a strange little fellow in all green with a bright orange beard approaches me. He says to me “lass why are you not scared of me or trying to catch me pot of gold? I say to him I do not need your pot of gold I have mine own thank you. His eyes grow big, he then yells “lies, you have no pot of gold!” So I repeat that indeed I do and I have it hidden in this tiny bottle. The fellow in green stares at the bottle with curiosity and anger all mixed together, he mutters to himself “impossible, can’t be! But I should take a look to make sure”. He then paces back n forth arguing with himself on whether or not to go into the bottle and look, then he stops all flustered and says “Fine I will see if you are telling me the truth or not, and if you’re not I will turn you into a pint of green beer and "I'll chug ya down like an Irish Car Bomb!!!! So I open the small bottle slowly with a sparkle in my eye, knowing he didn’t know what I was about to do!
I tell him if you don’t want to look then go on with yourself and leave me be then. He gives me a perplexing look and says “open the bottle!” So I open the bottle and he jumps in, I quickly close the lid and giggle! He roared so loud I thought the bottle would break “I knew it there is no pot of gold!” Correct I said, there is no pot of gold, just a leprechaun in a bottle. His eyes bulge, his face turns red as a tomato, I tell him if you want out you need to leave pieces of yourself in the bottle, he yells at me “are you daft!!! I will not cut off a piece of myself you’re crazy!!” I explain no silly not like that, I want you to cut some fabric from your jacket, pants and hat so I may have the perfect Irish green. A piece of your snazzy light green shirt and that will bring a sparkle to everyone that sees it. Empty your pockets of your do dads, trinkets and gold for some twinkling, as well as one of your buckles, who could resist shinies! Finally some clippings of that beautiful orange beard to give it a little bit of spark that you hold deep inside!!! He gives me the strangest look and says “you are one crazy lass!!!” I tell him possibly but I’m not the one in the bottle and wink. I go on to tell him, you are helping me create the perfect polish for St. Patrick’s Day!
Hope you liked it!