The
Crock of Gold
Late one night, Tom was walking home from the village when he heard a
strange noise coming from the forest bushes. Although his mother had told him to
ignore unusual noises at night, he was curious and decided to investigate. As he
moved towards the bush, he wondered what could possibly be making the noise. He
pulled back the branches and was astonished to see that, standing in front of
him was a tiny, little man with his beard tangled in the bush! The leprechaun
wore brown trousers, a green waistcoat, a bright red cap on his head and tiny
shoes, which were on the ground beside him.
When Tom looked closely, he saw he was holding a tiny dagger in his hand.
Tom knew that every leprechaun had a pot of gold and that all he had to
do was keep him in sight and the gold would be his! Tom grabbed the leprechaun and held him tightly in his grasp. He struggled to get free but tom refused to loosen his grip. He untangled the leprechauns beard from the bush and kept a firm hold on him.
“Put me down” he shouted angrily.
“Not until you tell me where you have hidden your crock of gold!” Tom replied.
Eventually, when he realised that Tom was determined not to let go, he gave in. “Right, I give up, the gold is buried under the bush!” he confessed. “ Now let me go!”
