When I was in kindergarten, leprechauns visited my classroom. I know this because when we came back from lunch on St. Patrick's Day, all the desks were turned over, the books were on the floor, and the room was a complete mess. Also, there was a trail of green glitter that went in loops around our classroom, out the door, and all the way to the edge of the forest that bordered our school yard (sort of like Family Circus meets Tinkerbell). Our teacher smilingly told us that the leprechauns must have played a trick on us, but that there were golden coins hidden around the classroom. We didn't want the gold though (which was just turned out to be chocolate anyway)-- we wanted to catch one of the Little People. So we followed the glitter-track loops around the classroom, out the door, and all the way into the forest (there were no fences, mind you). Twenty kindergartners, little people in our own right, running full bore into a leprechaun-filled forest, our poor teacher trailing behind, frantically reminding us that the gold was INSIDE the classroom.
Man, school just ain't what it used to be.