Thousand: Five Hundred Nineteen

The leprechaun hits himself in the head again and a hair falls loose. “Whenever I am right, it’s bad. It’s bad. When I am wrong, it is better. I say it is going to be a terrible stormy day and I am wrong. It is not a terrible stormy day. It rains. But the winds don’t knock down a tree. Not one tree. I say we will go hungry. But we do not go hungry. There is fungus, a new crop, yellow and moist. We do not go hungry. I am wrong. You understand? It is good to be so