I sat on a hill covered with clovers, watching the kids play. The little girl who was there before was playing with flowers. I sat next to her and popped up four leaf clovers everywhere she looked. She sighed and muttered, "It's St. Patrick's Day."
I smiled and snapped my fingers. A gold coin appeared in her hand. She gasped and whispered, "It's the Leprechaun."
I smiled. "Oh, it's me."
She looked around. "Who said that?"
I sat in front of her and she stared right at me. "The Leprechaun?"
I gasped. "You…can see, and hear me?"
She nodded. I giggled. "You can see me!" I paused. "What's your name?"
She smiled. "Fiona."
I took her hand. "Well, Fiona, how would you like to go on a trip?"
She smiled. "Yes!"
I stood up and she followed. Her smile never faltered. I made vines and stepped on them. Fiona followed me. We slid over rooftops, making clovers grow where frost was. Fiona giggled as we slid, her eyes shining.
Hours passed and soon I took her back home. I placed her on her bed and she couldn't stop smiling.
"Patty, that was so fun! I can't possibly sleep now!"
I kissed her forehead. "Now, you can't tell anyone what you did tonight. It's our secret."
I stood up and walked to the window. I grew a vine leading to the next rooftop. I looked back at Fiona and she was frowning.
She sniffed and said, "Will I ever see you again?"
I walked to her bed and got on my knees. "Every time you see a clover growing, or a plant growing from the snow or frost, just think of me, and I'll be there."
I walked to the window and left.
