An Angry Leprechaun

by Deborah
Posted on March 10, 2019March 10, 2019

It was St. Patrick’s Day. Angry Leprechaun woke up early and decided he wasn’t going to be in a bad mood. He wanted this St. Patrick’s Day to be a happy one.

Angry Leprechaun went out into the kitchen. He saw his mother at the counter making his favourite St. Patrick’s Day breakfast, green pancakes. He gave his mother a kiss.

“You sure are in a good mood today,” said Mother.

“Yes,” said Angry Leprechaun. “I want this St. Patrick’s Day to be a happy one.”

“Good,” said Mother, handing Angry Leprechaun a plate full of pancakes. “Here is your breakfast.”

Angry Leprechaun went to sit down but when he did, he stubbed his toe. He screamed and yelled. He was very angry.

“So much for a happy St. Patrick’s Day,” said Mother.

“My toe is very sore,” yelled Angry Leprechaun.

“Yes,” said Mother. “I bet it is but that is no reason for you to ruin your happy St. Patrick’s Day.”

“It is every reason,” said Angry Leprechaun, angrily.

“All you did was stub your toe,” said Mother. “Poor Grand Old Leprechaun sprained his wrist this morning, falling on some ice. He didn’t get angry or scream and yell.”

“I suppose,” said Angry Leprechaun thinking about what his mother had just said and knowing that Grand Old Leprechaun was far worse off than he was with a sprained wrist. “I guess I over reacted.”

“Let’s have a happy St. Patrick’s Day,” said Mother.

“Alright,” said Angry leprechaun. “Let’s!”