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Synopsis: Have you ever
wondered where your loose change went? The missing sock that
disappears without a trace: where could it be? Robert has seen it
all. He spends his days watching awful daytime television and taking
extended naps on his plush couch. One day, a strange little man
appears beneath his couch, a leprechaun named Colin. Together, they
hatch a plan to reclaim Colin's lost fortune and defeat an army of
lost socks and an evil gremlin. Carefully illustrated by the talented
Steve Ferchaud, it reminds us that you’re never too old to have one
more adventure. Loved by adults and children, this illustrated fairy
tale is meant to be read aloud.
Robert heard the voice again, the thick Irish accent clear as the
little man spoke. “That’d be like me calling ye human all the
time, not very polite that’d be.”
He opened his eyes slowly and saw the little man, the leprechaun,
perched on the couch. Reclined back against the armrest, a pipe snug
between his teeth, he snapped his fingers.
The light of the overturned lamp flickered on and floated back to the
now right-side-up table. Robert watched in disbelief, his mouth
hanging open and a bewildered look plastered across his face.
Robert pointed shakily. “Not a leprechaun?” he asked, the
confused expression deepening.
The leprechaun sighed and stepped off the edge of the couch and
landed upon the air as if it were another floor. The smoke from his
pipe followed the tiny sprite as he stopped close to the huddled man.
He tipped his tam-o’-shanter and pulled the pipe from his lips.
“We haven’t the time for this, laddie. I require your help,
Robert Pendleton, and I be afraid that I have little time for lengthy
introductions. You can call me Colin.”
Robert’s face twisted in befuddlement.
“Colin, the leprechaun,” he repeated––a long pause before he
breathed once more.
“Just Colin, less you want me to be calling ye Robert, the human,
all the time,” chided the sprite as he blew a colossal bundle of
smoke from his lips.
Robert opened his mouth and then snapped it shut. His mind spun.
“What can I do for you, Colin?” he finally managed to say.
The leprechaun eyed him for a moment and then as quick as Robert
could blink, the sprite rested comfortably on the couch once more.
“That’s better, laddie. Though I imagine you be thinking of
pinchin’ yerself to see if this be real. I can assure ye that this
be no dream.”
Robert nodded numbly.
“I be from another world just outside the one you know. A place of
magic and wonder,” began the leprechaun, ignoring the vacant look
on Robert’s face as he continued. “And in this place, we sprites
live quite happily. You’ve heard of a leprechaun’s pot-o-gold?”
