“Oh my!” exclaimed Angry Baker, entering his bake shop on St. Patrick’s Day morning. “I have such a lot of work to do today.”
Angry Baker started work right away. He heard the bell at the front door. He went out to the front of the shop but there was nobody there. He headed back to the back room.
“Hello!” a squeaky voice yelled.
Angry Baker went back out front. Again, he didn’t see anyone.
“I don’t have time for this nonsense,” yelled Angry Baker, angrily.
“Do you not want my business?” asked the same squeaky voice.
“Of course I want your business,” yelled Angry Baker. “Who are you or better yet, where are you?”
“I am down here,” said the squeaky voice. “I am down here on the floor.”
Angry Baker bent over the counter and looked down at the floor. He didn’t see anything at first but then he saw a little man dressed in green, standing in the middle of the floor.
“What are you?” asked Angry Baker.
“I am a leprechaun,” said the little man.
“I can’t believe this,” said Angry Baker. “I have a real live leprechaun in my bake shop!”
“I would like to order a cake,” said the leprechaun. “I would like a green cake with green icing.”
“Of course,” said Angry Baker. “I will have it ready for you in a few hours.”
“I need it by noon,” said the leprechaun.
The leprechaun didn’t wait for a reply. He was gone.
Angry Baker immediately got on the phone and called Melissa, his fiancée.
“I don’t believe you,” said Melissa.
“He is going to pick up the cake at noon,” said Angry Baker.
Melissa decided she would have lunch at the bake shop.
“Is he here yet?” asked Melissa, getting to the shop at ten to twelve.
“No,” said Angry Baker, putting the finishing touches on the cake.
At exactly twelve noon, Angry Baker and Melissa heard the bell ring to the bake shop.
“You weren’t joking,” said Melissa, when she saw the leprechaun. “He really is a leprechaun.”
“The cake looks beautiful,” said the leprechaun when Angry Baker showed it to him.
The leprechaun paid for the cake and was just about to leave when Melissa thought of something.
“Where is our pot of gold?” asked Melissa.
“Oh dear,” said the leprechaun. “I am sorry. I handed all my gold out this morning.”
“What kind of leprechaun are you?” asked Angry Baker, yelling at the leprechaun. “You didn’t even save us a pot of gold.”
“I promise I will make it up to you,” said the leprechaun.
“Okay,” said Angry Baker, feeling bad for yelling at the leprechaun.
“You know,” said Melissa. “I would like a cup of green tea. Would you like one too?”
“I would,” said the leprechaun. “That would be nice.”
Melissa, the leprechaun and Angry Baker enjoyed a cup of green tea. The leprechaun told them stories about his life as a leprechaun growing up in Ireland.
“Ireland must be so pretty,” said Melissa.
“Oh it is,” said the leprechaun. “You should go there.”
“Maybe for our honeymoon,” said Angry Baker.
Angry Baker and Melissa had a wonderful afternoon with the leprechaun. They heard his stories, drank some green tea and even danced. Then, the leprechaun had to leave.
“It was nice meeting you both,” said the leprechaun right before he left.
“It was nice meeting you as well,” said Melissa.
“Come back anytime,” said Angry Baker.
That very next day, a courier dropped off a package. There was no name or return address but inside were two tickets to Ireland. Angry Baker was pretty sure he knew who sent them.
“We are definitely going to Ireland on our honeymoon,” said Angry Baker, smiling. “Thanks to our little leprechaun friend.”