Look What I Found...

A little Irish leprechaun boy.

At first he was afraid, all timid and shy...

...but he was easily coaxed out from behind the tree. He quickly struck a dapper pose...

 He then found a moth, but his little heart of gold became so sad when he realized it was dead...

So he pulled out a flute from the inside pocket of his coat and played a dirge in memory of the moth he never knew...

...until he fell into a peaceful sleep.

After his short nap, the little leprechaun boy settled into the green grass to enjoy the late afternoon with his pipe...

...then realized that, perhaps, his mother would catch him smoking!

Not to worry. This mother has French roots and has her own vices! 

Happy St. Patrick's!

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Thank you, Andrew, for making fun memories with me! You were so spontaneous with all your creative ideas! Be proud of your Irish heritage!  ~xo

~Katherine