Well, not yesterday, but...
A music critic was enthralled when he went to a concert and found a tiny pianist, only about a foot tall, playing beautifully on a baby grand piano. After the performance he went backstage and asked the little guy’s agent where he was found him.
He said, “It was a bit odd, really. I was in Dublin waiting to cross Grafton Street when I heard a voice beside me say, ‘Would ye be kind enough to help me through the traffic, sah?’
“I looked down and saw a little fellow, all dressed in green, so I took his hand and we crossed the road. When we reached the other side he said, ‘Oi am King Bryan of the leprechauns and for yer kindness I’ll be grantin’ ye any one wish yer like.’
“I don’t know if it was the noise of the traffic or my Australian accent, but I ended up with a twelve inch pianist.”