molly & midge

Molly met the midget leprechaun on this cold & windy night
alongside a long & windy road.

Up until this point in his temporal existentialism,
he didn't even realize that such a creature existed.
He didn't mind as a result of his elfin nature.

You see, elves are more inclined to be jovial & light-hearted;
whereas leprechauns tend to exude mischevious tendencies.
Lepres also prefer to swallow inordinate amounts of imp ale to
create a loophole in their quest towards
manifesting their unending nefarious mannerisms.

Unfortunately for the midget leprechaun, being below see level
of even an elf, he ended up under the feet belonging to molly himself.
Midge, as we'll call her, suddenly let out a vocal belch that could
only be compared to that of a chicken swallowing a horse. Molly
immediately felt pangs of panic interlaced with intermittent bursts
of arterial flooding.

"Oh my god", thought molly, "I pray I didn't make toe jam out of poor midge"

"MOLLY", Midge yelped with a twist of agony, "GET TH'FUCK OFF ME YOU FLY !!!"