John Cowgill: Stories of the Railroad
Lenny the Leprechaun was down on his luck. He was beaten up by thieves who stole his pot of gold from him. His green suit was dirty. His green hat was crushed. His black shoes were scuffed. He was walking down the road, and he saw Phoebe the Fairy sitting on a bench crying. He walked closer and saw her dirty green dress, and her leg and bare feet were covered in dirty with dirt between her toes. He stepped closer, and he noticed one of her wings were broken.
“What happened to you?” He was worried.
“What happened to you?” She peeked at him.
“I was beaten up by thieves. My pot of gold was stolen from me.”
“I was flying around, and I was hit by a passing jet. I fell hard into a pile of mud, and I broke my wing.”
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