“Spot,” said Fawn. “It looks like it is going to be a really nice day today. Do you want to go for a walk?”
“Sure,” said Spot. “I’d love to.”
Fawn and Spot really enjoyed going for walks in the mountains just outside of the Hansen ranch that they lived on in British Columbia, Canada. It had been an unusually mild winter and spring wasn’t that far off.
“What is that?” asked Fawn as they started walking up a hill.
“What is what?” asked Spot.
Fawn pointed to a rock sitting on the side of the road. Spot could see something on the rock but she wasn’t sure what it was.
“It almost looks like a little man dressed in green,” said Spot, after getting a closer look.
“What is the date today?” asked Fawn.
“I think it is March 17,” said Spot.
“St. Patrick’s Day,” said Fawn. “You don’t think that is a leprechaun, do you?”
“Gee,” said Spot. “It almost looks like one.”
Fawn and Spot were shocked to find out that sitting on the rock was indeed a leprechaun. He seemed a friendly enough leprechaun but Spot wasn’t totally convinced. Of course Fawn instantly became the leprechaun’s best friend.
“Hey,” said Fawn. “Don’t we get three wishes?”
“Not in BC,” said the leprechaun. “You only get one wish.”
“What?” asked Spot. “What does living in BC have to do with not getting three wishes?”
“That is just the rules,” said the leprechaun. “I didn’t make them up so don’t blame me for them.”
“I wasn’t blaming you,” said Spot.
“Hey,” said Fawn, trying to change the subject. “How do I get my one wish?”
“Well,” said the leprechaun. “I’ll tell you. You have to find a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
“That will be impossible,” said Spot. “It isn’t even raining out.”
“But wait,” said Fawn, pointing just ahead over the next mountain range. “It is raining over there.”
“Fawn,” said Spot. “You aren’t going over there are you?”
“Yes,” said Fawn. “I’m going to find that pot of gold so that I can get my wish. Are you coming or are you going to stay here with the leprechaun?”
“I guess I have no choice,” said Spot. “I am coming with you because I’m not staying here with this leprechaun. I don’t trust him.”
Fawn and Spot walked and walked and walked. They were getting pretty tired but Fawn was determined that he was going to find a pot of gold.
“Fawn,” said Spot. “I think this whole idea of finding a pot of gold is ridiculous. We’ve seen tons of rainbows in Ontario and we have never seen the end of a rainbow, let alone a pot of gold.”
“True,” said Fawn. “But then this isn’t Ontario.”
Fawn and Spot kept walking. Fawn stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the road.
“Fawn,” said Spot, almost bumping right into him. “What is going on?”
“Look,” said Fawn, pointing into the sky. “I found a rainbow.”
“That just isn’t any rainbow,” said Spot. “That is a double rainbow.”
“Yes,” said Fawn. “It is too.”
There in the sky just ahead of where Fawn and Spot stood, they saw not one rainbow but two rainbows going across the sky. They were awestruck and just stood there for the longest time looking at the rainbows.
“Fawn,” Spot finally said. “Look over there. It is like we can see the end of both of those rainbows.”
“Yes,” said Fawn. “It is.”
Sure enough both Fawn and Spot could see where the rainbow ended. They had never seen anything like it in their entire lives. They both followed the rainbow and were shocked to see that at the end of each rainbow there was a little pot of gold.
“One for me,” said Fawn. “And one for you.”
Fawn and Spot both went back to the rock the leprechaun was sitting on and were shocked to find that he was nowhere to be found.
“Well,” said Fawn. “Where did he go? I want my wish.”
“You know something,” said Spot, looking down into her pot of gold. “I think we already have our wish.”
Fawn thought about what Spot had just said and he smiled at her.
“You are right,” said Fawn. “We do.”
Fawn and Spot never saw the leprechaun again but they always kept the image of their double rainbow in their minds. Neither one of them cashed in their pots of gold either because they loved to run their hooves through the gold coins and they both felt that if they cashed in their pots of gold, they would lose the image of their double rainbows.
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