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Once, when David was in Prague, he thought he saw a leprechaun. He shrugged it off and went about his business, but the leprechaun had seen him too, and it ran home to tell all of its friends about seeing David. It described to them in elaborate detail how it had peeked from behind a tree and seen David walk by. Of course, none of the leprechaun’s friends believed the story, and refused to speak to him ever again, because he was a liar. The little Irishman died six years later alone and friendless beneath a tall red mushroom. Oh, and also, David was a unicorn.

(Source: flashfiction.xanga.com)