It seems that Mike from County Cork was stumblin along the path one evening,
when he tripped over sleeping body. Sure, it was one of the little people. 
The leprechaun, awaken irritably from his sleep, said, " All right there, 
Mick, you got me,  now hurry it up and make yer two wishes."
Mike was a we bit celebratory, but knew to ask, "I thought it was tree 
wishes, y'little cheat !" 

And the leprechaun relents so as to get back to his peace and dreams.
"So, what will it be, Mick, hurry it up now ? Is it money or female 
companionship you'd be wanted ?" 

"Ah," he said after stroking' his chin, " I'll have a pint of Guinness that 
never goes dry !"

And without a thought, the leprechaun snaps his fingers and Mike is holding
a frothy pint of the black. He puts it to his lips and sips. Satisfied he
hasnt been cheated, he brings the pint back to position and downs the 
whole of it.

He sighs and licks his lips and watched as the pint, magically filled
itself, as promised. Eyes agleam, he repeats the ritual again and again 
the pint magically refills itself.

"All right, Mick, you seen enough, gimme your last two wishes and begone !"
Mike looks at his pint lustfully and says, " I'll have two more just like 
this one !"