Brian R.

The Tricky Leprechaun

One peaceful St. Patrick’s night there was a strange noise downstairs. Suddenly I heard laughing: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!” This was a very creepy laugh. “Hello?” Something jumped at me. I accidently hit it and then it hit its left eye on something sharp. “Awww!!!” he yelled. “Shhhh! Quiet! You will wake up my mum and dad!” “Sorry,” he said, “it’s just you hit me and I fell and scratched my left eye on something sharp.” “Sorry, Mr. Leprechaun,” I said.

“Do not call me that!”

“What would you want me to call you?” “Larry,” he said. “Larry is my name.”

“Ok Larry, can you show me your pot of gold?” I asked. We were walking through the woods, then he bit my finger and ran away. I was fascinated, and went home.