Strike 8. Last day of Gishwhes and a frantic rush to get in last minute submissions and this wasn't done on time. Finished 11:23, a day late.
“Come
here, little leprechaun! Where are you?” called Araziel, as she
traipsed through to woods in search of the elusive creature and
Raven's missing horse. “Maybe we should lay a trap?” suggested
Blue. “What do leprechauns eat, anyway?”
“I
don't know. Small children?” said Araziel. “Why is there even a
leprechaun here? They live much farther west than this.”
“I
just blame the Author; works like a charm.” Araziel hit Blue off
the head with her hand-fan, leaving Blue to trail after her,
grumbling. “Why is everyone so mean to me?” he asked, and Araziel
turned and hit him again.
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