“Yes—it feels like an urge, that I don’t know what to do with,” I said.

“It’s a common adolescent problem,” Neebir explained. “I’ll tell you what… I’ll give you a few lessons on how to use magic. Would that be okay with you?”

“I don’t know…” I said. It felt like I was in middle school Health, all over again.

“Don’t worry, nobody will know you can do magic,” Neebir explained.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because they don’t have a need for it. They think magic is turning on the TV.”

“What can magic really do?”

“Have you ever wished for things?”


“Well—magic makes your wishes come true.”

“Will that make me happy?”

“Ah—you are a wise man.”

“Are you happy?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“Well—you turned Fred into a slave. He wasn’t doing anything to anybody…”

“I gave him a purpose beyond feeding the birds.”

“But maybe he wanted to feed the birds.”

“Nonsense. What Fred wants, is not to be alone.”

“Well… Might he wish for that?”

“He did. Why do you think he has so many birds to feed?”

“That was a nasty trick.”

“It could’ve been worse—relatives might’ve visited him.”

“So, he exchanged his freedom for birds?”

“That’s right.”

“And he probably told me to visit you, on your behest?”

“My—you are sharp.”

“And you are suggesting, you can teach me magic?”

“That’s right,” Neebir grinned.

“What is magic, beyond three wishes?”

“It’s being able to enjoy yourself.”

“I see—won’t money do that?”

“Nope—some of the most miserable people are rich.”

“What about power?”

“A President is full of power and weighted-down by responsibilities.”


“Entertainment is only a need to stave-off boredom.”


“Women get old.”

“I’m going to get old.”

“Yes, you are.”

“What about eternal life?”

Neebir paused.

“That’s what you have, isn’t it?”

“Immortality…most people go mad, looking for something to do,” Neebir said to himself.

“What do you do with all of your time?” I asked. “How many years have you been alive, anyway?”

“At least 1000. I’m not sure of the precise date I was born. I lost track.”

“Losing track of time is a good sign.”

“Yes, it is. You might be the one.”

“The one, what?”

“The next leprechaun.”

To be continued…

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