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!
*hugs*
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