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Early one morning in rural Ireland two leprechauns knocked
on the door of a convent and asked for the Mother Superior.

The Mother Superior comes to the door and the older of the t
wo leprechauns asks, "Mother Superior, are there any wee
little leprechaun nuns in this convent?"

Rather startled and bemused the Mother Superior says, "No,
there aren't any wee little leprechaun nuns in this convent."

"Well then," asks the older leprechaun, "are there any wee
little leprechaun nuns at any convent in this county?"

Even more confused than bemused the Mother Superior
says, "No, there aren't any wee little leprechaun nuns in any
convent in this county."

"Well let me ask you one more question then," says the older
leprechaun, "Do you know of any wee little leprechaun nuns
at any convent in any county in all of Ireland?"

Now confused and a little bewildered Mother Superior says,
"No, I know of no wee little leprechaun nuns at any convent
in any county in all of Ireland."

The younger of the two leprechauns is now looking very
downcast, staring at his shoes.

Then the older leprechaun puts his hands on his hips and
turns to the younger one and says, "There you go Sean,
you heard her, I told you that you was havin' sex with a
penguin!"
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