I was looking forward to a week off from work, while my colleagues were planning road trips, and vacations to Hawaii. I just wanted to lay in bed. I know it’s not adventurous, but sometimes it feels good to stare at a blank ceiling. After two days of staring though, I was done, but I hadn’t planned anything, and boredom started to settle in, like stirred-up mud in a still pond.
It was late in the afternoon, and I was listening to an audio book without listening to it. I was half asleep, when I opened my eyes to look through the window. He was sitting up there, just as calm as you please, resting on the ledge. I blinked, and then I blinked again. I believed, because I had met him before, but I still couldn’t be sure. Then he struck a match and lit his pipe.
“How are things?” He puffed.
“Hey, you promised me success at the thing I love most.”
“Well, I don’t feel very successful.”
“Oh well, feelings are tricky.”
“I think you’re tricky.”
He smiled a devilish grin. His green clothes and golden crown did not match my white wall.
“Success is a relative word,” he said.
“You know what I meant when I made the wish.”
“And you are successful, more than you know; just wait, and your success will catch up with you, but until then, why don’t you join me for a hunt.”
“A hunt, in Maple Valley?”
“Sure; I have a horse standing by.”
He wasn’t lying; there was a horse standing outside my apartment building. It was glowing. The leprechaun had done something to it.
“What are we going to hunt? Elk?” I asked.
“No; we’re going to hunt the white stag.”
“The white what?”
“Stag; it’ll give you a wish. You said you want to be more successful, now you can get more specific.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“Look here, you were bored a second ago, and a leprechaun shows up and offers to take you on a midnight hunt. What more can you want? You stopped being a kid, and you became an adult. Adults are never happy. They need contracts for everything. A kid just accepts the gold or the twenty-year wish.”
“Okay, I’m sorry your majesty. You’re right.” I could tell he liked being called “your majesty.”
“No worries. The hunt. You ride Gabriel, and I’ll ride Kawasaki.”
There was a red motorcycle parked next to the curb. He hopped on, hitting the gas and popped a wheely, leaving me in a cloud of exhaust. I galloped on Gabriel, and soon we dashed across crosswalks and leaped over hedges. We got to the woods, and followed the motorcycle down a deer path.
Suddenly, the King stopped. “There it is!” He pointed. It was white—a pure orb.
“I don’t want to kill anything,” I said.
“Who said anything about killing? We just catch it. Use the lasso. I noticed the rope for the first time around Gabriel’s saddle. I tossed it above my head and pursued the white stag. Any ordinary horse would’ve made sound, but Gabriel was a ghost, galloping more softly than the wind. I wrangled the rope and caught the stag.
“What do you wish to wish for?” It asked in a whisper.
“I wish the leprechaun would visit me more often. He’s never dull, an interesting friend, and I need magic in my life.”
“Granted,” the stag said.
“You are beautiful.”
It smiled at me and vanished into the forest.
“What did you wish for?” The king asked.
“Nice try; you know if I tell you, it won’t come true.”
“Awe, you’re too smart for me. You have a good evening then.”
“Same to you.” And he tore off into the dark. I wondered when I would see him again. I planned to play golf with some buddies of mine who always liked to bet. The little king would come in handy. He was a master at cheating, and if you didn’t get caught, it didn’t count. Oh well, he had other people to trick, but when I woke up the next morning, he was standing there, next to my golf bag, ready to caddy.
I couldn’t lose.