Long ago, in a land not so far away, there was a young boy named Jeff. He lived a happy but eventful life... until his twelfth year. For his birthday his parents decided to take him on a road trip across America. Their first stop was the Grand Canyon. Jeff, bored of just looking from above, broke free from his parents and walked down a trail to the bottom of the Canyon. When he reached the very bottom, it was dark and cold and he was very, very lonely. All of the sudden, POP! A leprechaun appeared. He was a wrinkly little thing, just about Jeff's size, and he took Jeff by the hand and comforted him. He led the young boy back to his colony of Leprechauns where everyone was very pleased to see an amiable Biggie. From across a crowded room, Jeff locked eyes with a leprechaun his age. Her name was Julia and he loved her. Alas, Julia was a very thoroughbred Leprechaun and he family would never accept Jeff. Heartbroken, the elderly leprechaun took him home to his family where Jeff brooded and sulked for many years. He died tragically at the ripe old age of thirty seven when he tried to cut off his legs in order to be more leprechaun-like.