I found that the occasional bowl of Lucky Charms isn’t so bad if you spend months on end living in a campus dormitory and get sick of eating everything else again and again and again. Plus I was never allowed to eat it as a child, so it became much more appealing than it should have been.

Great story, by the way; felt like I had stumbled into one of the Great Books for a minute.

Tadmack, I had in mind a storyteller reciting the tale aloud during the writing of it. Back in the 80’s when I was a little gurrier I collected a monthly magazine called Storyteller which had an audio tape with each issue. The tales were collected from all over the world and they hired voice actors with proper regional accents and dialects to recite the fables and myths. It was wonderful stuff and those voices and stories stayed with me over the years.

Cheers David, I’m finding these pieces have been good opportunites to experiment in different formats and styles I would not normally consider writing in. Oh and you guys can keep that leprechaun with the Lucky Charms. Consider him a gift from us Paddys, we don’t want him back.

No worries: we’ve got a leprechaun here in Yanqui-land who has been forced into selling breakfast cereal as a means of support … so I figure some payback is in order, if not to the Yanquis, then to the world in general. “Red hearts, green clovers, blue diamonds….”