Tanya and the ladle

 

It was a windy day in New York city, Tanya was washing a massive pile of dishes in her cramped apartment 32 floors up.

“Taxes taxes taxes.” She muttered to herself ominously.

She finished washing her dishes draining the sink and grabbing the tea towel next to her, she grabbed her black plastic laded with an imprint at the end of it with the manufacture date. She dried it from top to bottom as she turned around to put it away when suddenly it started talking to her in a thick Irish accent.

“Oi, what do ya think yer doin!” it screeched through its built-in megaphone

In shock Tanya dropped the ladle and yelped,

“Owhh nooo!” she roared in fear

The ladle rocked on the floor before sprouting wings made from thick black plastic matching the rest of the ladle, it flew in front of Tanya and began reciting her tax file number to her, Tanya tilted her head to the side and asked how it knew that and the ladle responded, this time in a Victorian era accent,

“Well, I suppose I am a mystical leprechaun from 1764” the ladle spoke magically

Tanya stood confused as the ladle glowed a bright neon green colour before falling onto the floor. In front her was a three-foot-tall ginger man with a tall light green hat and a darker green suit. The leprechaun looked at Tanya impressed himself.

“What do you do?” Tanya asked unimpressed

The leprechaun stared at her, shocked that she had no reaction, he stomped his large black boots on the ground and steam drifted out of his ears.

“I can do anything I want!” he chanted annoyed at Tanya

Tanya rolled her eyes and got back to drying dishes picking them up one at a time and rubbing off each drop of water. She asked him what his name even was and he responded in an instant

“it’s Sean.” he snapped tapping his foot in front of him.

After Tanya was done doing dishes, she kicked the dwarf out the way and wondered to the living room where she put on her tv the leprechaun began to get even more angry and spat a gold coin at her tv leaving a dint right through the middle of it. Furious Tanya stood up throwing the orange person out the window, before Sean hit the floor he turned back into a ladle with wings and flapped the nearest rainbow which he climbed up never to be seen again,