Story Time

Well, kids it's a cold rainy day here in Tir na Blog, so let's gather 'round for a story, shall we?

No, not the grown-ups. Just the kids. Grown-ups, go pay taxes or get your prostate checked or some grown-up thing like that.

Ready kids? Okay. Once upon a time there was a little contest. An Irish Fest story contest. And this little contest was very sad because no kids had entered a story yet, and Irish Fest was only 140 days away. "Oh, boo hoo" the little contest cried. "Whoever will I give my fabulous prizes to, with no entries at all?" The little contest was inconsolable. Just then a little child came along. It was a little girl. Or a boy. It doesn't really matter, the point being it was a little child, exactly the type of person that should be entering an Irish Fest Story Contest.

"Oh, little boy or girl, as the case may be" the little contest sniffed. "Why haven't you entered the Irish Fest story contest? I'm so very lonely and have no one to give my valuable prize to!"

The child of indeterminate gender looked at the sobbing little contest. "Have you told anybody about the contest? Have you asked any children to submit stories? Or did you just figure they'd somehow magically know about it?"

"Well...I guess I haven't really told that many people yet" said the little contest.

"'That many?'", said the little child. "Have you told anybody about it?"

"Well...no, I guess not" said the contrite little contest.

"Well then, I 'guess' you're an idiot" said the child. "We can't enter contests we've never heard of, 'we' in this case meaning all the children in your particular target demographic."

"Well, I thought the blog guy was going to tell the children about it!" cried the little contest. "I was under the impression that he'd provide a handy link to the contest information and rules...something you could just click on!"

And so he did. The End.