Clouds drifted across the
full moon, casting eerie shadows along the train station platform. A whistle
blew in the distance. Several minutes later, a train pulled into the
darkened station. A handful of people stumbled from the train car in a
drunken stupor, followed by a clan of leprechauns.
King Rogan stood on the
nearest bench for a better look at his surroundings, and whispered to Gobban,
“Did you steal their wallets?”
“Most of them Your Majesty,”
“How many of the humans are
Alpin searched the platform,
preoccupied with counting the people. “There are three young men. Me, Alpin,
and the others plan on jumping them in the loo.”
“Are you sure they will be
headed there?” King Rogan flicked away an insect buzzing around his head.
“Surely they have to. We’ve
been giving them whiskey for the entire journey.”
King Rogan continued
speaking, unaware of Gobban’s reply. “I wish I had known about money before
now. I would have stolen from the humans a lot sooner than this.”
“You are most wise Your
Highness,” said Gobban.
“Aye, I know. That’s why I’m
king and you are my subject.”
Alpin and the other
leprechauns trailed the three men to the restroom to steal their wallets,
while Gobban kept King Rogan away from the mayhem. Out of breath, Alpin
returned a moment later and handed the wallets to Gobban. “They put up more
of a fight than I expected.” Alpin rubbed his sore eye that one of the
humans gave him before he grabbed the wallet. “We should leave this place as
soon as possible.” Alpin glanced over his shoulder at the closed door of the
restroom, waiting for it to open at any moment.
Gobban led the clan from the
platform toward the front of the building. A light drizzle of rain began to
fall from the sky. One lone taxi idled against the curb.
Started by the light coming
on in the interior of the cab, the taxi driver turned around to watch the
clan of leprechauns pile into the back seat. “Uh…we can’t have all of you in
the backseat. It’s against the law.”
“What the law doesn’t know
won’t matter now, will it.” King Rogan slipped the cab driver a fifty dollar
“Sure thing,” said the driver
as he stuffed the bill in his pants pocket before pullin away from the train
station. “Where you all headed to?”
“What are our options?” King
Rogan turned to Gobban.
“How about one of those
restaurants we passed,” said Alpin, while holding out his shaking hand.
“See? I’m weak with hunger.”
The driver chuckled. “This is
weird. I picked up another guy the other night, dressed like you. It must be
that time of year for parades.”
King Rogan narrowed his gaze
on the driver. “And where did this leprechaun go?”
The taxi driver continued to
drive down the interstate, unaware of King Rogan’s growing interest. “He was
lost, so I brought him to a house in the new subdivision. Quite a nice house
“Do you remember where this
The driver nodded. “Sure do.
Want me to take you there?”
“We’d like that,” said King
Rogan, eyeing the drawer of money in the front seat next to the man.
Half an hour later, a lone
patrol car pulled next to the cab, which sat on the side of the road. The
doors were open, the tires were flat, and the driver slumped over the wheel,
moaning in pain while holding his head. “They robbed me. Those thieving
leprechauns robbed me!”
The police officer shook his
head as he radioed the call in to the dispatcher. “Second robbery tonight,”
he mumbled. “At first I thought the men at the train station were just drunk
when they rambled on about the leprechauns, but I don’t smell any alcohol on
the driver’s breath.”
The voice on the other end of
the radio said, “I’d hate to be the one who has to admit they were robbed by
Glancing over his shoulder,
the officer chuckled as he waited for the ambulance to arrive.