“Now dat,” Dermot said, indicating to the streak of rainbow, suspended in front of them “Dat is de work of a master.”

“A master what?” Paddy asked “A master of stupidity?”

The Local Leprachaun Society had been meeting here at this pub for many years, whenever one of them had created a new rainbow. Every nuance of the phenomenon was discussed, minute details picked apart.

Dermot sighed. “He’ll be here soon enough.”

Sure enough, the door swung open and Seamus sauntered in. He sat down and was promptly thwacked around the head by Paddy.

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