Angry Leprechaun and the Nasty Child
“Oh my!” screamed Reggie to himself. “That is a rainbow!”
Reggie followed the rainbow and sitting right at the end of it was a shiny pot of gold. He walked over to it and snatched it up in his greedy little hands.
“This pot of gold is all mine!” screamed Reggie. “I can do whatever I want with it. I can buy hundreds of dollars worth of toys and hundreds of dollars worth of candy.”
Reggie was being so greedy that he didn’t hear Angry Leprechaun call out to him.
“Hey!” screamed Angry Leprechaun. “Can you not hear me?”
Reggie still didn’t hear him. Angry Leprechaun picked up a pebble and threw it at a nearby tree. Finally, Reggie heard him.
“What do you want?” snapped Reggie, clutching onto the pot of gold even tighter, while glaring at Angry Leprechaun. “You aren’t getting my pot of gold. It is mine, all mine.”
“I’m not here to take your pot of gold,” said Angry Leprechaun, angrily. “I just wanted to see what you had planned on doing with it.”
“I think you are just trying to trick me,” said Reggie. “You are a leprechaun after all.”
“Relax,” said Angry Leprechaun. “I am a leprechaun, but I have no use for your gold. Besides, I am the one that put it at the end of the rainbow.”
“I guess that makes sense,” said Reggie.
“So,” said Angry Leprechaun. “What are you going to do with the gold?”
“I am going to buy hundreds of dollars worth of toys,” said Reggie. “And hundreds of dollars worth of candy.”
“That’s it!” shouted Angry Leprechaun, angrily. “You aren’t going to do anything good with it!”
“Why are you so angry?” asked Reggie. “It is my pot of gold.”
“I am Angry Leprechaun,” said Angry Leprechaun. “I am angry because of the way you are going to waste all your gold. See, I know that your mother is sitting at home right now, worrying about where she is going to get the money for your next meal.”
“Oh,” said Reggie, feeling guilty. “Yes, I know she’s worried about money. Okay, I will take my pot of gold home for mother so she won’t worry.”
“See,” said Angry Leprechaun. “I knew you would do the right thing. You aren’t as nasty as I first thought you were.”
“Thank you,” said Reggie.
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