One day, I was sitting in my kitchen. I was aching for some grub. I looked around,and couldn't find jack. Then, a mysterious florescent green object rolled out of my cupboards.

'Twas then, that I found out what it was. It was the rare and ancient potato. I felt obligated not to eat this rare marvel, and examined it. It had no radioactive properties. The potato then started to change shape!

A few hours more of shifting, it turned into a tiny leprechaun. He told me that he'd give me three wishes for not eating him. Of course, me being hungry, I asked for food. The leprechaun started to cry. He explained that he could not grant actual wishes.

I hugged him, and we walked to a Taco Bell. I ordered a plate of Nachos. We then began to eat.

Now, kiddos. There's a moral to this story. Some of you may be thinking "he should've eaten that potato. Nothing good came out if it". You guys are condemned to hell for that. The moral if this story is that you should put kindness before greed. (I'm not really that religious. I just wanted to make a joke. )