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Sam and his Magical Ale-Drinking Leprechauns (youngsters:humor, 1005 words)
Author: Famous AnnieAdded: Dec 08 2001Views/Reads: 5339/2817Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I was to write it for the school newspaper, so it's pretty appropriate. Although appropriate doesn't always mean boring, the story is about a hermit who realizes that doing a simple thing, like recycling, can help save a friend.
 



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“It’s anything but nonsense, Sam! But if it means so much to your
pathetic, little head, then I suppose I could search for a spork.” 

“I know I have one in the trash pile somewhere,” Sam replied, scratching
his mullet, driving the flies insane. 

“Frederica, you do realize that you’ve never taken out your trash in the
652 years you’ve lived alone? How in the love of Milk and Cookies do 
you think I’ll be able to find a spork?” 

“Easily,” Sam said—he was going into his Jedi Warrior phase again. With
a pretentious groan from the Mighty Nigel and hearty applauses from the 
audience, the cumbersome leprechaun fluttered away with about as much 
enthusiasm as a soggy jelly sandwich. 

Days had gone by and Nigel had not returned. The leprechauns were
beginning to miss the unrelenting stupidity that Nigel had radiated 
with every word he had spoken. Sam had taken it the worse, and when he 
heard the news, he was about ready to drive himself, along with his 
hallucinogenic buddies, off of a Spork forsaken cliff. 

“It’s true Mr. Sam,” Luanda had said, bringing to her master a shredded
t-shirt, “Nigel had fallen into a pile of plastic, and was strangled by 
a...” she stopped, sobbed, then blew her nose on the ripped up piece of 
cloth, “a... pop ring! We found his feeble, unwashed body yesterday 
when Sarah went for an ale-run. She said his eyes were hanging from 
their sockets and his entire head had swollen to the size of a 
cucumber!” 

Gasps were heard throughout the crowd, a slight cry from behind, “See,
Frederica! Nigel was just on a noble quest, and because of your 
laziness, and your lack of order, he’s dead! See, Sam, you should have 
recycled when I had told you to!” The voice belonged to Sue. Sam was 
devastated. His heart felt like it was being shredded by a merciless 
garbage disposal. 

The night was sullen, and the next morning, all of the little
leprechauns were gone—along with the ale. 

It just goes to show you that every time you recycle, you’re helping all
the creatures of the community, may they be ducks or leprechauns, 
sustain a friendly, squeaky-clean environment. 


   


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