The Little Leprechaun

by Sam Crowder

Once upon a time in a vast forest, there lived a little leprechaun. This leprechaun’s name was William. William was a rather strange leprechaun because he had never been outside of the boundaries of his forest, The Forest of Leprechaun’s. This forest was ominous with its dark and exceedingly tall trees hanging over the forest. Some gnomes of this forest say that in the darkest of nights the trees would come alive.

William had been wanting to get out of the forest for years because he wanted to explore the big cities. The one thing holding him back from getting to these cities was his mother. She wanted him to stay with her because she could no longer take of herself and needed him to be there. He couldn’t leave because his mother kept a watch-guard there at all times. He knew that his only chance of ever getting out of the forest was when a night came that even a keen-eyed owl couldn’t see through.

The perfect night of his escape had finally come. On this night, it was so cloudy that you could not see one bit of the moon nor any of the stars. William had remembered the lessons of the gnomes and wondered if on the darkest of nights the trees would actually come to life.

That night every step he took through that dark forest was followed by a quick look to each side of him. He could not bear the thought of being snatched up by a tree and taken away forever.

One moment after he thought that, a light appeared in front of him. His walk turned into a jog, and then a run. He had finally got out of that forest. The gnomes were wrong about the trees, he had made it.