A childlike creature dressed in muddy rags rudely awakened from her sleep by what appears to be an inquisitive leprechaun prodding her with an oak twig.
- Ouch! Stop that!
- Why?
- Because it hurts!
- Why does it hurt?
- Because you are poking at me with something! What did you think?
- But, I had to!
- You bloody didn’t!
- As a matter of fact, I did.
- Why? Tell me just why you had to poke someone with a stick!?
- You tell me!
- No, that’s what I’m bloody asking you!
- Why are you so angry?
- Why do you think? You woke me up by prodding me with a twig!
- It’s not just any twig.
- It’s a wooden twig. You poked me with it and I woke up. Now go away so I can go back to sleep!
- It’s oak.
- What?
- As I said it’s not just any twig. It’s a magic oak twig.
- There is nothing magical about oak twigs!
- Actually, there is. It made you start making sounds!
- Yes! You woke me up!
- But would you if I hadn’t?
- Of course not! Then I would have slept more!
- See, I told you its magic! You should be very proud to be part of such a magic event.
- It’s not magic! I could do that to!
- Are you a magician? You don’t look like one. Magicians usually don’t go around in dirty rags.
- No I’m not a magician!
- Are you sure?
- Yes I’m sure I’m not a magician and that twig is not magic either!
- Tough luck. I am.
Well executed but a tad nonsensical, not to say theres anything wrong with that at times.
SvaraRadera