There were children there coming to a
classmate’s own birthday party and they coincided with other kids who hadn’t
been invited, and that was a little pathetic.
There was a mom who wanted for herself a
Smiling Through Meal, which was the cheapest box with a toy for kids in it,
because the grandparents she lived with had never been able to afford to buy
her even that when she was little and now she was collecting these toys.
There were kids all drinking from the same paper
glass who were sure to spread the bad cold two of them already had and as if
that were not enough one of them had the idea of refilling the glass with water
from a toilet.
But of all the conversations they took note of,
the one that moved them into interfering with the humans was that of three
teenagers who were always hungry and didn’t have enough money to buy a
satisfactory meal each.
The teens – two boys and a girl - spent a while
arguing about what they could buy with the little money they had and finally
decided to split a menu this way: the girl would get the salad so she could
diet even if she didn’t need to, one boy would eat the hamburger without the
bun, and the bun would go to the other boy along with a sundae because he
wasn’t lactose intolerant.The fries and the drink they would split among all
three.
“We have a lot of leftovers,” said Michael.
“Shall we let those kids have them? There’s far more here than in three large
menus.”
Sancho and Don Alonso were pleased to say yes.
They had wanted to suggest this themselves but weren’t sure if Michael might
not have other plans for the leftover food. As for the teenagers, they were
thrilled.
When Michael got back home that afternoon, he
found on his kitchen table a large cardboard box and a note from Fiona. It said
she had baked a cake for his birthday dinner that night. Michael peeked inside
the box.The great big cake in it had pastel green icing on the sides and was
topped by a field of sugar clover, with a toy leprechaun and his pot of gold
standing in it.
Michael sealed the box carefully and left it
where he had found it. That evening, when he served the cake after blowing the
candles, he removed the toy leprechaun carefully
and put it in a clean teacup on the table thinking it would be safe there until
the party was over and he could find a better place to keep it.
But when Michael cleaned up after the party, he
found the leprechaun was no longer in the cup, or anywhere about. It
had clearly gone missing. Michael was puzzled as to what could have become of
the leprechaun. None of his guests would have lifted it, he was sure of
that.
“Alpin’s not here,” he thought. “And he
wouldn’t have taken just the leprechaun. And I can’t think of anyone else who
might have. Surely it can’t have gone off on its own, can it?”
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