Little Green Men
The Poor Mountain Family were outside their log cabin in British Columbia, Canada, when they heard a commotion coming from about a hundred feet from where they were standing.
“What was that?” asked Poor Mountain Mother.
“I’m not sure,” said Poor Mountain Father. “I think I should go and check it out though.”
“Well,” said Poor Mountain Sister, standing right beside her father. “You aren’t leaving me here. I’m coming with you.”
“Me too,” said Poor Mountain Mother.
“Well so am I,” said Poor Mountain Brother. “I’m not staying here all by myself.”
The Poor Mountain Family walked toward the direction of the noise and were totally shocked at what they saw. There, in the middle of a small field stood a group of little green men, singing and dancing.
“What on earth!” exclaimed Poor Mountain Mother.
“Why those are leprechauns!” exclaimed Poor Mountain Sister.
“Isn’t today St. Patrick’s Day?” asked Poor Mountain Brother.
“Yes,” said Poor Mountain Father. “It is St. Patrick’s Day.”
“Well,” said Poor Mountain Mother. “That explains these little green men, but what about the other little green men.”
“What other little green men?” asked Poor Mountain Father.
“The ones right over there,” said Poor Mountain Sister, pointing in the direction that Poor Mountain Mother was looking. “Aren’t they Martians?”
“Yes,” said Poor Mountain Brother. “They are Martians because there is their spaceship right over there.”
“This should be interesting,” said Poor Mountain Father. “It will be the battle of the little green men!”
The Martians were marching right toward the leprechauns. The leprechauns stopped their singing and dancing and handed the Martians a cup of the green juice that they were drinking.
“I don’t think the leprechauns realize that they are Martians,” said Poor Mountain Sister.
“I think you are right,” said Poor Mountain Father.
Soon the Martians were joining the leprechauns in their singing and dancing and then something very strange happened. The Martians stood dancing in a circle while the leprechauns went over to the Martian spaceship.
“Look,” said Poor Mountain Brother. “Those little leprechauns are going to steal the Martians spaceship.”
“No,” said Poor Mountain Mother. “I don’t think they are going to steal anything. I think the leprechauns know those Martians.”
“I think you are right,” said Poor Mountain Father. “It looks like Martians are the ones that supply the leprechauns with their green juice.”
The Poor Mountain Family watched as the leprechauns carried barrel after barrel of green juice off the spaceship.
“No wonder the leprechauns get so wild on St. Patrick’s Day,” said Poor Mountain Father. “They are drinking Martian juice.”
“I wonder what it tastes like,” said Poor Mountain Brother.
“I don’t know,” said Poor Mountain Father. “But if the leprechauns can handle it, then so can we!”
When the leprechauns were not looking Poor Mountain Father and Poor Mountain Brother went over to the spaceship and took one of the barrels of green juice. Poor Mountain Father opened the barrel and took a sip and then gave his family a sip of it.
“Whew!” said Poor Mountain Father. “That stuff is potent!”
The whole Poor Mountain Family had a sip of the green juice but the funny thing was, the next day they didn’t remember anything about the leprechauns or the Martians or the green juice.
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