Thousand: Five Hundred Twenty-One

Lady Dog? Should I say tomorrow will be a fine day, full of delights?” The leprechaun hits himself again. When the leprechaun continues to hit himself in the head, the dog growls. The leprechaun laughs, but not the sort of laughter anyone joins. “What is the number? What is the number, Lady Dog? Shall you guess? The last count of the leprechauns!” He sniffs, sneezes, then grabs his ankles, buries his nose between his thighs, and rolls heavily down the portico like a medicine ball. The dog gets up, but turns in the other direction, walking back toward the meeting