“Ask away. I love to answer dumb questions, sweetheart.”
“Well, most of the stories I've heard about leprechauns have them wearing a lot of green. You don't have a tiny bit on you. Why is that?”
He chuckled. “I don't think I've been asked that one in a coon's age. Well, you must be referring to a funny derby hat, stupid-looking shoes with dumb ass buckles on them, and maybe a red beard?” I had noticed that he had a scraggly beard with a thin mustache that wasn't red, but brown.
“Well, you know that's what people associate with a leprechaun,” I said.
“Right. That's the thing with people, you don't really believe in us, and yet when you see one of us, you think we should conform to some preconceived notion of how we should look, act, or talk. I don't have a brogue or a stupid pipe either
