The Leprechaun Hunter

Mar 17th, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

Every Leprechaun I’ve ever known’s nothing more than a ruddy thief. All that ‘gold’ they keep at the end of the rainbow, that’s ill-gotten pillage, buried where they think no one will ever find it.

People, especially the lasses, get nostalgic when I tell them I’m a Leprechaun hunter. But their ain’t nothing romantic about it. They’re shifty bastards, and if you turn your eye for one second, they’ll bite you in your nuts and abscond with your daughter.

Being half Leprechaun meself, I reckon their luck don’t work against me. Leastways, I’ve killed more Leprechauns than raindrops in Winter.

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