A Leprechaun Lived in the Dryer

A tiny leprechaun with a flute used to live in the dryer. When I would do laundry, the mystical little dude would wake up and play his teensy reed flute.  He seemed to only know one note, and he would play it over...and over...and over...until the clothes were dry.

The dryer started taking longer and longer to dry our laundry, which meant the little leprechaun got to play his flute more often and for longer periods of time.  He apparently never got tired.  I often wished I had some of his endurance.

I worried a little sometimes that he would get too hot in there.  (Not the same kind of hot as Jeremy Renner.  That's a very different kind of hot.)  I was also a little concerned that if he for any reason got mad at me he'd set the place on fire.  I'd heard of people having dryer fires, and assumed those were acts of their dryer-leprechauns.

One day the dryer gave up.  We pushed the start button and nothing happened.  The usual solutions--wiggling all wires, kicking the appliance, applying duct tape--didn't wake the leprechaun.  Even Hunneypunkin the magical fixer of all things mechanical with his expansive arsenal of tools wasn't able to make the dryer go.

Ultimately the dead dryer was buried in the shed, as all broken contraptions are lest we have space to store items that are actually useful, where it stills sits beside the washing machine that matches it and also doesn't work.

Hunneypunkin's Dad and Momma gave us a brand new sparkly washer and dryer, that play little start-up and end-of-cycle tunes of their own.  More than one note, even.  But I wonder sometimes what became of the leprechaun and his flute.  Is he still sleeping in that old dryer?  Were the dryer to be repaired, would he wake and play again?