{{AN| This humorous story is dedicated to my late father (I encourage everyone to get colonoscopies and other check-ups) who had an interesting sense of humor.}}
The old man set down his glass. “I was in the peat bog earlier. I saw it.”
His friend gaped. “You mean…”
“Yes. The Banshee of Connacht. She looked just like they say she does. She had a ragged dress, long, tangled locks of green hair, and bloodshot eyes. I was behind a bush gathering some peat when I saw her approach. I knelt down and watched her. She came close enough for me to get a good look at her. Suddenly she screamed and fled.”
“She sensed some poor bloke about to die,” offered the friend sadly.
The old man slowly shook his head. “No, that wasn’t it.”
“Hmm?”
He grinned. “I was close enough to see her, remember? I saw a dark spot suddenly develop on her dress.”
The two laughed and the friend agreed, “Yes, I imagine I’d scream too if I peed myself in a cold, windy peat bog!”
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