Little Crow and the Leprechaun

“Are you a real live leprechaun?” asked Little Crow, flying around in the air and seeing a leprechaun sitting on a rock.

“Yes,” said the leprechaun. “I am a real live leprechaun.”

“This must be my lucky day,” said Little Crow landing in the grass beside the rock.

“Well it is,” said the leprechaun. “It is St. Patrick’s Day, after all.”

“I love St. Patrick’s Day,” said Little Crow.

Little Crow flew home. He was so excited.

“I saw a real live leprechaun today,” said Little Crow.

“No you didn’t,” said Jake, Little Crow’s cousin. “There are no leprechauns. They aren’t real. They are imaginary.”

“Actually,” said Grandmother. “Leprechauns are real. They do exist.”

“Are you serious?” asked Jake.

“Yes,” said Grandmother. “I am serious.”

“How do you know?” asked Jake.

“One of my best friends growing up was a leprechaun,” said Grandmother.

“Really?” questioned Jake. “How did you meet him?”

“Yes really,” said Grandmother. “I met him while I was flying around one day. He was sitting on a rock just over the hill and I stopped to talk to him.”

“That is where I saw the leprechaun I saw today,” said Little Crow. “He was just sitting there.”

“I wonder if he is my friend,” said Grandmother.

“I could find out,” said Little Crow.

“That would be wonderful,” said Grandmother.

Little Crow flew back to the rock he saw the leprechaun sitting on earlier. The leprechaun was still there.

“Do you know my Grandmother?” asked Little Crow.

“I don’t think I do,” said the leprechaun.

“Grandmother said she met you when she was younger,” said Little Crow. “She was flying around and saw you sitting on this rock and she stopped to talk to you.”

“Oh wait,” said the leprechaun. “Yes, I do remember her now. She was my best friend.”

“Come with me,” said Little Crow.

Little Crow picked up the leprechaun in his beak and carefully flew him to his Grandmother’s house.

“Oh my!” cried Grandmother when she saw the leprechaun. “It is you, my best friend.”

Grandmother gave the leprechaun a hug.

“Little Crow really was telling the truth,” said Jake, surprised. “You are a real live leprechaun.”

“Yes,” said the leprechaun. “I am a real live leprechaun.”

Grandmother and the leprechaun had a lot of fun catching up. They were very happy that Little Crow had brought them together again after all those years.


 

Moral of this Story:

  • Always tell the truth.
  • Example: Little Crow’s cousin, Jake, didn’t believe it when Little Crow said he saw a leprechaun.
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