Edith stood back and looked at her efforts; surely this year hers would be the best dressed moose in town.
What with mum’s best beads and grandma’s best hat it had to be a winner. After all she wasn’t going to let Ursula Jenkins win for another year. The woman just plain went over the top the way she dressed up her moose.
The art of dressing a moose was a skill in taste and decorum and Edith knew she had just what it took.
A well-dressed moose stood out, was noticed, was never audacious was always within the realm of decency.
What a shock and surprise they were all in for, she thought, when she turned up with her moose this year. Though not a big a surprise as grandad was going to get when he saw what she had done with his best pants.
In 25 words or less, tell a story about this leprechaun – beginning, middle and end.
A bit of blarney stone shaped as his head and a few pipe cleaners.
Standing in mum’s garden, ready for the elusive pot of gold.