Luck o' the Irish SPD Blogfest

So, yeah, I decided to join the Luck o' the Irish Blogfest. I certainly waited until the last minute to make that decision, but better late than never, no? :)

And before I begin, I want to thank Jules at Trying to Get Over the Rainbow, who inadvertently gave me the idea. This is for you!

I found it. I found the end of the rainbow. I'd been hunting for it for years, ever since my tiny Patrick was but a wee glimmer in my eye. And here it ended, dropping directly into a bush of clover, and the clover hid the pot of gold. While the gold mattered—I mean, come on, it's money—it wasn't my goal.

I set the trap, hid behind a tree, and waited.

It snaps and drops in place. The box now covers the screaming, banging leprechaun. FINALLY! I jump from behind the tree, and uncover the little bugger.

"Just take the gold, lady!" he said.

I throw off the box. "You're not Liam."

"No, miss."

"Where's Liam?" I ask. "This is his rainbow."

"That it is, that it is. He asked me to protect his gold for a few days."

Damn that little bugger Liam. He's been running from me for two years. There's a warrant out for his arrest for overdue child support. I really wanted the satisfaction of grabbing him and taking him to the police so they could throw his little green bum in jail.

"Fine," I say. "I'm taking the gold."

"Well, now wait a—"

I kick the leprechaun, and he flies like a little green American football. I grab the pot of gold, pour the contents into my purse, and trudge home. At least my tiny Patrick will get a proper dinner tonight.

Don't you hate it when you find the wrong leprechaun?

Happy St. Patrick's Day!! Be sure to check out the other entries at the link above.