“Aren’t you going to eat your breakfast?” Mother asked Tommy Leprechaun.
“No I don’t have time!” snapped Tommy. “Today is St. Patrick’s Day. I have so much to do today.”
“Being in a bad mood is not going to help matters,” said Mother. “It will make you feel better if you eat.”
“I said no,” said Tommy. “And I mean no.”
“Suit yourself,” said Mother.
Tommy left the house angrily. He went to get into his car and he noticed it was raining. His umbrella was back in the house and he didn’t want to go back and get it because he did not want his mother lecturing him about eating breakfast.
Tommy was a bit soggy when he got into the car and he wanted some heat on him to dry himself off and to warm himself up. All that was coming out of the vent in the car was cold air.
“I need heat,” said Tommy angrily, pounding his fist on the dashboard.
Tommy didn’t want to wait in the driveway for the car to get warm. Instead, he backed the car out of the driveway and was just going to put the car in drive when he heard a loud shriek.
“What is going on!” Tommy yelled as he was getting out of the car.
“You almost ran over my dog,” said Tommy’s neighbour, Mrs. Steele.
“Sorry,” said Tommy angrily. “Perhaps if your little dog was on his leash, then I wouldn’t have almost run over him.”
Mrs. Steele picked up her dog just in time to see Tommy squeal his tires and drive away.
“Good morning Tommy,” said Grand Old Leprechaun, when Tommy pulled up into his driveway. “How are you this fine St. Patrick’s Day?”
“You are kidding,” said Tommy. “So far this has been a terrible morning.”
“Oh dear,” said Grand Old Leprechaun. “What seems to be the problem?”
Tommy told Grand Old Leprechaun all about his morning so far.
“Not off to a very good start,” said Grand Old Leprechaun. “Perhaps your mother is right. A good breakfast is just what you need.”
Grand old leprechaun made Tommy sit down and eat a hearty breakfast of sausages and eggs. The amazing thing was that once he ate, he did feel better. He felt better that was until he remembered how terribly he had treated his mother and Mrs. Steele that morning.
Tommy phoned the florist and managed to have a bouquet of flowers sent to his mother and also to Mrs. Steele. He asked to have the word “SORRY” written on both cards.
Mother had a beautiful meal all ready for him that evening and Mrs. Steele came over with a special St. Patrick’s Day cake for dessert.
“I just hope you forgive me for my actions and harsh words this morning,” said Tommy.
“It is already water under the bridge,” said Mrs. Steele.
“Yes,” said Mother. “Same here.”
“I’ve got an idea,” said Tommy. “How would both of you like to be my dates for the St. Patrick’s Day dance tonight.”
“I would love to,” said Mrs. Steele.
“Yes,” said Mother. “So would I.”
Tommy had the best St. Patrick’s Day ever. The next morning Tommy ate the breakfast that his mother made for him and he found he was in a much better mood than he was the day before.
“Thank you Mom.” said Tommy after finishing his breakfast. “You always seem to know what is best for me.”