Thousand: Five Hundred Twenty

wrong.” The leprechaun pauses. The dog remains attentive. A breeze stirs the dust and a white plastic cup rolls in a circle near one of the portico’s arches. “When I say it is going to be a terrible storm. When I say that and I am right. That is bad. I do not like being right. If I say it is fine today, fine and beautiful. What then?” The leprechaun laughs. “That is the trick! I never say that! Have I ever said something good is going to happen? That we will be happy and dancing? What do you think,