My Luckiest Day Ever
I’m Lucky the Leprechaun, and in case you’ve forgotten, it’s soon to be St. Patrick’s Day. My little sister clover is helping up put a rabbit foot in front of our hut. I told my dad many times before to just buy one at the dollar tree but he insists to catch the rabbit and cut it’s leg off fresh.
Instead, I was a wii little folk. I played wii all day! Except today I could not be, we were so busy. I kept chasing that rabbit with a knife until I was exhausted. Then, out of the gloomy day, that joy came over me like when you’re watching a green sock commercial. A magnificent rainbow shadowed me and I thought a big pot of gold was waiting for me, but no. An awkward horse with a horn on its head stood there looking at me. That’s when I shrieked like a girl does when she sees a really cute dress at Justice. Then, clover came along asking what happened. She was holding a sack of Lucky Charms and I just HAD to have one. “I’ll .. uh, give you a pot of gold for that sack of Lucky Charms, “ the words blurted out so fast I didn’t know what I was thinking. I was NOT going to the end of that rainbow.
Before I could explain, Clover immediately shouted Yes and dragged me to the unicorn. Great, I thought, just what I need and I hurried to Clover. “This is great Lucky!” Clover laughed riding the unicorn. “Where did the unicorn come from?” I asked. “Probably fell out of the sky,” Clover giggled crazily, “so where’s the rabbit?” I shook my head.
I really wanted those Lucky charms so I took a big breath and this is what I said, “I will trade you.” Clover’s eyes popped out, “okay!” I couldn’t imagine riding a horse to the end of the rainbow on a quest to find gold, but that’s what we just did.
“Glitters, come on girl!” Clover called. I rolled my eyes. Was this really worth a cinched sack of lucky charms? I guess so. That’s when a rustle in the bush was heard, I thought it was the rabbit so I grabbed my knife. Two things happened. I was thankful I grabbed my knife because a minotaur came out of nowhere! Clover shrieked and ran behind the unicorn. I didn’t know what to do, so I held up the unicorn saying, “take this as a sacrifice”. Of course, he didn’t budge. I wasn’t going to be a coward, so I put up my knife for a fight. After twisting and punching a bit, I jabbed my knife in and yanked out his big, fat, rusty horn. The minotaur fell on the ground and Clover ran to hug me. “ That costs a few more lucky charms”, I giggled.
After that I swore to St. Patrick that I wouldn’t sacrifice the unicorn. That’s when a strange thing little goblin popped out. “You say MY NAME?” “What, Patrick?” I asked. “No, Rick, Dick, Pick and Kick!” the goblin cackled. Three more goblins came out. “I am Rick. He is Dick. This is Pick. And she is my daughter, Kick. We call her Kick because she kicks a lot”, Rick replied. Then, Pick kicked me hard and grinned, “It’s a coin a body to cross this bridge. That’s three coins for all of you to cross the goblin’s ick bridge,” Dick laughed. Then they all reached out their hands. “What, you want high-fives?” I asked. “No” Kick muttered under her breath. “We want the money, “ she snarled. “Okay, uh Lucky! Do you have any coins?” Clover asked. I reached into my vest and pulled out one coin. I handed it to Pick. “Clover can now cross,” I said sternly. I reached in knowing I had another coin there but it was gone. I turned my head to Clover but she didn’t cross the bridge! The dumb unicorn did. “Clover!” I screamed. Clover Then, clover pulled a silver flute out of her hat and played a sweet melody. Suddenly, a phoenix soared down and cawed! Clover smiled. “lucky, meet my St. Patrick’s Day present from last year. I call her Beauty.” Clover replied proudly. Amazed, I hopped on to the bird. When we hopped off, I complimented Beauty. What a splendid bird, I said. Clover kissed her bird on the beak and handed Beauty a crabapple. We were officially three-fourths on the way there when… “A rabbit!” Clover’s boisterous voice screamed. She hastily grabbed my knife and chased it around. “Come back here you nincompoop!” I shouted abruptly following her! We were going west! We needed to go north!
Suddenly, a big throng of women carrying pies scurried around. The Annual Pie Convention was massive as ever this year! Then I saw a green hat! “Clover! “ I yelled tugging her shirt. “I got the foot!” she said holding it up for me to see. Then, she stuffed it in a brown sack. “If you want that pot of gold, you need to stay on the trail!” I demanded. I didn’t know if she was listening or not because she was gobbling down a cherry pie an dchugging a carton of icy cold chocolate milk. I dragged her by the arm back to where we were. There wasn’t much time left and Mom wanted her “wee little children” home in their sweet Ireland hut. That’s when clover gasped. “Lucky! Look!” she cried. Her finger was pointing to the rainbow that was fading away. “Run,” I screamed. That’s when Glitters has to come with us, “clover wept with her puppy dog face. “Well hurry!” I jumped on to the horse and clover yelled. “Hurry Glitters! Please!” clover hugged Glitters’ neck. Glitters’ hooves carried down the path until a shiny pot of gold was found.
“Yes!” Clover cried. “Now give me the sack” I said pointing to the one tied on her side. “But Lucky, that’s …” I could tell she wasn’t giving it so I stopped her. “Now!” I screamed. Clover shrugged her shoulders and gave me the bag. Though, when I reached inside … I pulled out a rabbit foot! “I tried to tell you Lucky! That’s the rabbit foot.” Clover complained. “Why does it say Lucky Charms on it though?” I asked. I was so bummed but curious at the same time. “Mom couldn’t find a sack so she poured out all the Lucky Charms and handed me the sack,” Clover laughed. I laughed too. “Wait! How are we getting back?” I asked. Clover blew her whistle and Beauty soared through the skies. After heaving the pot onto Beauty’s back, we left. That was the best day of my life and I would not forget it. After that day, I learned many morals. Especially not to bet. Now, I , Lucky Shamrock Leprechaun have to go. I enjoyed chatting and this comes to …
The End.
