Somewhere between bedstay and Honolulu, the perfect little town of Boston, California,

sleeps peacefully among the Brady Woods, a small forest nearby where Bostonians

will hike and throw rocks and animals. Nothing crazy really ever happens in the Brady Woods, though.

Sure, a bear might stick his hand in a beehive to get some honey, and his hand will get stuck,

and then some bees will take the shape of a giant boot, kick the bear in the rump, then the

boot will chase the bear around and around in a circle, hopping, of course, while the bear desperately tries to shake the beehive off his hand.

Like that'll happen, but other than that, and the occasional dead girl, Jared Letoberry's here, nothing strange ever happens in Brady Woods.

But as the day begins to break after a night of long rain, on this March 16th, the day before St. Patty's Day, a rainbow crests across the sky

in the wee hours of the morning. And along that rainbow, if you listen closely enough, you can

hear the gleeful giggles of some fantastic little creatures, proudly barren their four-leaf clovers

in their buckled shoes, but obscured by the morning mist, which is actually smoke, because

the Pat's won, so everyone

decided to blow up the Italian community center for shits and gigs.

These little green monsters frolic about the woods, hardy and tardy in the way, turning

squirrels inside out and tricking fishermen into catching their own trousers.

One in particular, however,

got a bit lost in all the excitement. For you see, he saw what he thought was a giant potato,

the most sacred of all statues. As the little guy scurried over, pulling down his green top hat

on his ginger curls, he geared up to take a chomp out of this big brown thing.

What the fact? said the potato, for it was no potato at all, but just a man wearing brown.

Before our friend could issue an apology, the man was chasing him across the woods,

dashing frantically among the treats.

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