The little leprechaun

The little leprechaun

Grace Patrick

So there is this myth about these so called “Leprechauns” that if you see one you will get a pot of gold and good luck for the rest of the year. The only time the “Leprechauns” come out is on St. Patrick’s Day.

Which I think is totally fake and will never believe in them. Believing in “Leprechauns” is like believing in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Every St. Patrick’s Day my city goes into the “Leprechaun’s land”. Which my parents are making me go because they are huge believers of “Leprechauns”.

“Do I have to go?” I pleaded.

“Yes, now get some sleep because tomorrow’s a big day,” my mom said.

“I just think it’s stupid,” I replied back.

“Sandy, do I have to explain this to you every year,” mom rolled her eyes. “It’s our tradition to go searching for Leprechauns. Remember when the Johnson’s found one a couple years ago. Well they got to get out of this city and explore the world with that gold.”

“I guess,” I rolled my eyes.

“Do you wanna stay in this city forever?” dad asked.

I shook my head. “No,” I replied.

“Then get some sleep so when can find the Leprechauns tomorrow,” dad replied.

“Fine,” I said while heading to my room.

I still don’t believe in “Leprechauns” and nobody can make me. I went to bed and woke up early the next morning. My parents were already awake and all geared up for tomorrow.

“Hurry up and get dressed because we have a big day ahead of us,” dad said.

I hurried up and got dressed and put my stupid gear on. We ate our breakfast and got in the car. It took us a few hours to drive to the “Leprechaun’s land”. When we arrived there was our whole city searching already.

We got out of the car and searched for hours, but we had no luck. Well my parents had no luck. I pretended to search, but really I was on my phone the whole time listening to music.

I sat down on this big rock for a little while because I was tired of standing. I closed my eyes for a little while and listened to my favorite song “Panic Room”.

I felt something brush against my leg and opened my eyes in panic. I didn’t see anything. Maybe it was just my imagination I thought to myself. I closed my eyes again but opened them up again when I felt it again. It was not my imagination because when I opened my eyes I saw a little Leprechaun. I hurried and took my earbuds out and stared at it in shock.

“This is not real,” I said to myself.

The Leprechaun just stared at me and didn’t move a muscle. It was like the Leprechaun was afraid of something. I reached my hand out and poked it. It sure did feel real though.

“Oh my god this can’t be happening,” I said.

I looked around and made sure nobody was looking. I hurried and got my net out. The Leprechaun still didn’t move.

“Please don’t,” the Leprechaun said in a small squeaky voice.

“You talk?” I asked surprisingly.

“Please they already took my wife and kids years ago,” the Leprechaun said.

“But you’re not real you are just make believe,” I said.

“No, I am real,” the Leprechaun pleaded. “Just please don’t capture me.”

I was still a little shocked but after talking and getting to know the Leprechaun better I decided to let him go. The Leprechaun thanked me and told me his name was Shurley and was grateful that I let him go.

I went back to the car with my parents. It was really late and to dark to see the Leprechauns. We drove back home in silence. My parents were sad that they didn’t find a Leprechaun. I made a promise to Shurley to never tell anyone and I am going to keep that promise.

Now every year I look forward to St. Patrick’s Day because that’s when I get to see Shurley again. He became my new friend and I will always believe in Leprechauns, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and etc.