Sweet Little Nothings
Larry the Leprechaun had lived a hard life. Today was his 16th birthday, and also St. Patrick’s Day. As he walked the lonely streets of New York on this chilly March night, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for himself. While most of his brothers and sisters had already found three or four pots of gold by their 15th birthday, Larry was 16 and had never found one. He had never even seen a rainbow, for Pete’s sake!
Larry walked with his head down, sinking his hands into his green suit pockets. He searched the city streets for some deeper meaning, anything. A sign.
Suddenly, when he looked up, he was in front of the brightest green window he had ever seen! It was an apartment, a party of some sort. He could see groups of people inside laughing and having a good time. But mostly he saw the window, decorated with sparkling green lights and an amazing array of green candy
. There were different shades of green: dark green chocolate hearts
, light green salt water taffy, and sparkling green rock candy
Larry’s sweet tooth helped him to overcome his shyness, so he just walked right in and introduced himself to the host, Charles. With his stories of leprechaun mischief, Larry was soon the life of the party. When he told everyone it was his birthday, Charles ran into his kitchen and came out with a pot full of gold. Larry the Leprechaun couldn’t believe his eyes. He immediately gave the host a big hug.
Charles was touched. He had never seen a man who loved candy gold coins, or St. Patrick’s Day, so much. He thought the whole "pretending to be a leprechaun" thing was a little weird, but hey. Let the guy have his dreams.