I lowered my gaze and found myself staring into the green eyes of a Leprechaun.
“Do you want to buy this magic jug? It endlessly refills itself.”
He demonstrated by pouring out glass after glass of delicious red wine. I drank until I could drink no more. Incredibly, the jug was still half full… same as it’d been when he’d started pouring.
“Five pounds and it’s yours,” he said.
“I don’t think so,” I slurred.
I turned and stumbled away. Did the daft little Irishman think he was going to sell me something that was always half empty?
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