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About The " “Joby” Who Wanted to Be Human"
Once upon a time, in a land of shamrocks and shimmering rainbows, there lived a mischievous leprechaun named Joby. With his bright green coat, freckled face, and fiery red beard, Joby looked like any other leprechaun. But deep down, he was different. You see, Joby dreamed of becoming something he could never be: human. Every day, Joby grumbled about his duties—counting golden coins, hiding his crock of gold, and playing pranks on wandering folk. “Why should I bother with all this leprechaun nonsense?” he said one evening. “Humans don’t have to hide crocks of gold! They live exciting lives in big towns and cities. That’s what I want!” The Leprechaun King and Queen, wise and kind, overheard Joby’s grumbles. The King stroked his long red beard, while the Queen’s warm smile softened. “There’s no use dreaming of what you’re not, Joby,” said the King. “Leprechaun magic is powerful, but it cannot make a leprechaun human.”
“Unless…” the Queen began, her emerald tiara twinkling. “Unless he finds the Midnight Rainbow. It’s said that the Midnight Rainbow can grant one wish to those who find it—but only at the stroke of midnight.” Joby’s emerald eyes sparkled with excitement. He had never heard of the Midnight Rainbow before! But before he could ask questions, the Queen warned, “The Rainbow only appears in the most dangerous places, guarded by fierce protectors. And leaving our magical realm has risks, Joby. Think carefully.” But Joby wasn’t thinking carefully at all. That very night, while the rest of the leprechauns danced under the moonlight, Joby snuck away. He stuffed a few golden coins into his pocket, tipped his green hat over his eyes, and dashed off into the unknown. He ran through the fields, his pointy shoes clicking on the stones, until he reached the edge of the Enchanted Forest. The forest was alive with strange sounds: whispers of the wind, the rustle of shimmering leaves, and the distant hoot of an owl. Joby hesitated for a moment but then straightened his hat. “Humans wouldn’t be scared of a silly forest,” he said to himself. And so, with a quick step, he darted inside.
The Enchanted Forest was unlike anything Joby had ever seen. The trees seemed to stretch endlessly upward, their golden-tipped leaves glowing softly in the darkness. Tiny lights—maybe fireflies, maybe magic—danced in the air. But the deeper Joby went, the darker and quieter it became. Soon, the cheerful shimmer of the forest was replaced by shadows and an eerie stillness. “Humans wouldn’t be scared,” Joby whispered again, though his voice trembled. Just as he was about to take another step, a twig snapped loudly behind him. Joby spun around, his heart racing. “Who’s there?” he called out, clutching his pocket of coins. Out from the shadows stepped a majestic unicorn. Its snow-white coat glowed softly, and its silvery mane flowed like a river of moonlight. The spiraled horn on its head shimmered with magic, and its deep, wise eyes gazed kindly at Joby. “Joby,” the unicorn said, its voice gentle but firm, “why have you run away?”
Joby puffed out his chest, trying to seem brave. “I’m going to find the Midnight Rainbow and wish to become human!” he declared. The unicorn sighed, its gaze filled with both sadness and understanding. “The Leprechaun King and Queen sent me to bring you home. Do you know the dangers that lie ahead? The Midnight Rainbow is guarded by creatures like Helgar the Dragon, who would not hesitate to roast you for supper.”
