These are the words from a scrabble game I played and I used each word and created a story using every word from the game.

Date, chap, homes, hat, one, flirt, tube, many, corn, jaw, up, know, quit, given, jutes, radio, scold, raven, even, guilt, pages, exited, dry, tray, re, zone, he, fins, fast, shod, beet.

I Dated a Leprechaun

By Peggy Toolen

I once had a date with a funny little chap, who shod his feet with bright green shoes, and on his golden haired head he wore a funny green hat and in his pocket he carried a small shiny flute. He had a twinkle in his eye as if he was permanently happy and was quite a flirt. When I first met him I thought how he reminded me of a leprechaun because he had a bit of an Irish accent, was a mystical kind of guy and funny too, which made him irresistible to me. He always intrigued me with his strange little ways, sayings and stories.  I could never leave his presence with a dry eye because he had made me laugh so hard.

He was quite a musician as you might know as he carried a flute in his pocket. He sometimes turned on the radio and danced fast with his pointy green shoes flapping to the beat of the music in the air. Then when the song was over he’d turn it off then pull out his flute and play the song he’d just heard. He would start with a do, re, me and then off he’d go with the song as if he’d played it all his life.

He was curious in so many ways; his favorite food was corn and red beets. And he had many plants in his house called Jutes. He said one was given to him by his Asian friend and that’s when he started growing them.

One day we were having a picnic in a park by a lake near some beautiful homes. It was a beautiful day; the sun was shining and the birds were singing the fish in the lake were flapping their fins, when suddenly a raven flew down and landed on a log near by.  The funny little chap with bright green shoes and funny green hat became quite annoyed. He quit eating the corn and beets on his tray and I noticed that even his jaw tensed up and he lost that twinkle in his eye as he started to scold the raven. “Why are you here!” he scolded, “You should not be here watching me eat my lunch! Why are you trying to fill me with guilt?” It made no since to me at all why he would be so upset that a raven had perched nearby and was watching him eat his lunch. Why would he be filled with guilt because of a silly raven watching him eat his lunch, I wondered. And why did he speak to the raven as if he knew him personally? Then he reached in his pocket and pulled out a tiny book and flipped through the pages until he found the page he was looking for. He spoke some strange sounding words then took a small tube and blew a small dart through it at the raven. The dart hit the raven and the raven fell over. “OH!” I exclaimed. “Why did you do that? He wasn’t hurting anyone! Did you kill him?” “He’s not dead,” the little chap said as he walked over and picked him up. “But you must understand that a raven is bad luck to the Irishman and if I hadn’t put him to sleep he would have ruined our beautiful day or worse caused some very bad things to happen.” “Oh that’s a superstition,” I said. And he looked at me angrily. “Luck is not a superstition,” he exclaimed. I must take this raven back to his home. And I can’t see you anymore because you don’t believe in the luck of the Irish. And at that he turned and trotted off with the raven in his hand and seemed to disappear into some other zone as he exited the park.