Snook challenges are great. Even if that is a bias opinion. They are still great. Just ask me and I will tell you so. For the second week running I have correctly predicted Snook would make a challenge. I won't predict any more. But let's just say I am 100% for future events.

Snook added some new rules or more so, guidelines on the contest she is hosting. People abusing the generosity. To those people I say Ye feckin eejit mofo bollox. Any abuse to the posts. I am sure I have enough down vote to do a little bit of damage to your future rewards. You don't be a prick and I won't.
(Oh yea, and even if you didn't read this post and didn't know. I don't feckin care. Abuse and lose.)

Okay on to the fun stuff.

This week's challenge is Leprechauns.
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I cheated and started my story early. You can read my pre story Here. The first paragraph in this story is the last paragraph of the previous.

The Leprechaun.

Looking out to the distance. Sir Kemstance could see a dust cloud rising. This could be it he thought. The dust cloud was getting bigger so it must be getting closer.

Then it stopped faded away and disappeared. It was nothing more than a wind fart coming down of the hills. Looking down one road town that forked at the end. One left went to an old farmhouse. The one to the right a dead end. One way in and one way out.

Sir Kemstance, known more commonly in his circle as Sir, passed away the time by exercising jogs up and down stairs of abandoned building and playing race car driver in an clapped out old VW hippie van.

He had almost begun to forget what it was he was waiting for. Checking his watch ever more frequent time went slower and slower. Standing sideway in the center of the road. He watched left and right for anything coming or any other challengers. So far he was he was the only one here.

He could see nothing in the distance. Colours though he could see colours. A greeny blue yellow pink red violet. All weaving in and out of each other. A kaleidoscope of colours. Joseph, he said to himself thinking of a technicolour coat. Then. BANG! he was on the floor.

Waking with blurred vision. trying to figure out what happened. A voice came clear. "Be jeazus, ar ye right there are ye?" A helping arm lifting him to a sitting position. "Holey sweet muther a, What the feck were ye doin in the middle the road?" Getting a pat on the back, he was told. "Shure you'll be right ye will. Barely knocked a bit'a'wind out ye."

Sir Kemstance: I was waiting for a.

Cillian: Ah don't worry bout it. Thanks for breaking me fall by the way. That would have been a tough landing on the tarmac. Ye were lucky really. I barely touched ye on the bounce.

Sir Kemstance: Where did you come from?

Cillian: Ireland. Haven't ye ever seen a Leprechaun before?

Sir: No I mean now. Just now you appeared out of nowhere.

Cillian: The rainbow. I caught a rainbow. 4 in fact. 3 stop overs, I wasn't even sure I was going to make it here on time. This last one though was a nightmare. Hard to get anyone to shift there rainbow out here. Don't you know anything about Ireland? Everyone knows Leprechauns travel by rainbows. Shure there's enough rainbows out there with us sliding down them.

Sir: So you hit me with a rainbow?

Cillian: Yea that will do it. The rainbow knocked you out. This place looks familiar. Yea, I know this place. This is were Old Joe met that podge fella when he was a kid. The buildings are newer. But if it isn't any other place then it shure as shure can be this place for shure.

Sir: what place when who?

Cillian: Ah, that'd be granddads great granddads granddads grandsdad great great granddad on the mother sides, granddads,,, It was a long bloody time ago about 16 hundred year. Still have a picture on the wall in grandma's. Said to be holier than holy that is. Blessed by the podge fella himself.

Sir: The Podge fella. Who's that?

Cillian: He was a fella me kin folk used to have fun with back in the day. A famous fella now. You wouldn't think it if you knew him back when he was young. But, boyo did they wind him up.
There was this one time. They made him think his walking stick was a tree. Another time that he was talking with ancestors that were not his. Oh, the best one. That has to be when Old Joe made him think he banished snakes from Ireland. We had none at the time. Poor Podge was delusional from a lack of food. Old Joe made him think snakes were coming after him, when Podge boy got too freaked out. Joe let him think he drove them away with some words he was mumbling. You should hear Old Joe tell that story.
So anyway. What the heck are you doin all the way out here in the middle of nothing?

Sir: Snook Challenge. Here to grab the Snook Challenge.

Cillian: Would'ye believe that. Now what are the odds on that?

Sir: Huh? Odds on? Are you here for the Challenge too?

Cillian: Here for it. I am it. It's Leprechauns you dimwit.

To be cont'd. (maybe)

Well that's a little bit of a story not really making my own original Leprechaun. But, when you read that story. What is it you take away from the Story?
Let me know in the comments and if you want to know the hidden detail just ask in a comment. though asking too soon might ruin it for everyone else ;).

For my Leprechaun.

He would have to be a better smart ass than I am. A bit quicker with the one liner replies.

You know the best thing about a Fairy A Leprechaun A zombie. They can be anything you like. Personally I think they all need some kind of ability. Or a something they do, no one else does. Just a little something to set them just off side to the norm.

Well the first thing my Leprechaun would do is bring a court case. We want our feckin royalty's for that cereal. Cheeky baskits using our image like that.

My Leprechaun would talk with an Irish French accent. He would call himself Le Prechaun. Or maybe because he would be a smart ass Leprechaun LIPrechaun.

It is just to dayum hard and dangerous to write about Leprechauns here. Living among them. One must be careful what one writes.