Lost Sandy looked at the small man sitting on the branch. “You’re trying to trick me.” “Why would you say that? I’m trying to help you!” “No, I don’t think so,” the six-year-old replied, tilting her head. Alex frowned, “You are a lost child. I am a grown-up; I’m trying to help you find your way back to your family. Why would I trick you? “I don’t know. Why are you so small if you’re grown-up?” “Some grown-ups are short.” “Well, why are you sitting in a tree?” “It’s comfortable. I like trees. The benches are not comfortable for short people, you must know that, you’re short.” “Why are you wearing a green suit?” “I can wear whatever I want. I’m a grown-up. I like green, I can wear green if I want.” “Are you a pixie?” “Of course not!” Alex sputtered, “Do I look like a puny little pixie? How many pixies have you ever seen? I don’t look anything like a pixie! I’m a leprechaun!” “I thought leprechauns had rainbows or pots of gold or something.” “Listen kid, you are lost. Do you want me to help you or not?” “So, you’re not really a leprechaun are you. It’s OK. I’ve heard lots of grown-ups wear costumes sometimes. Do you work for a place where you have to dress like that?” “I am a leprechaun!” he sputtered again, now turning a little red in the face. “Sure, I believe you...” Sandy said, “Well I’ve gotta go...” “I’ll prove it!” Alex said clenching his teeth. He waved his hand and a small box of gold coins appeared in front of Sandy. Sandy picked them up, “Wow! I guess you are a leprechaun. Thanks!” as she turned to walk away, she added, “By the way, I’m not lost.” |