The Secret of Leprechaun Gold by Raina W

The Secret of Leprechaun Gold Toby the leprechaun was wedged in-between underwear and pants. The man carrying the bag was in the middle of airport international security.

Toby came to America searching for fairies. His home country, Ireland, had barely any fairies. There were rumors that the fairies in America needed a leprechaun to make shoes. Apparently, their shoes were patched because no leprechaun lived there.

From the airport the man headed for a hotel. Toby’s legs were stiff by the time the man opened the suitcase. He leapt out and sprinted under the door. All the man saw was a blur of green. Toby crept out of the hotel to a big park across the road; Boston Common. He saw a huge lake with shining waves and swan boats.

“Hi! I’m Lilly, what’s your name?” A fairy fluttered in front of him.

“I’m Toby,” he said, delighted to find a fairy.

“We’ve been waiting for leprechauns for years. Do you mind making us some shoes?”

“Sure,” Toby answered. He made shoes out of petals for fairies; leaves made slippers for tree fairies; and woven grass boots for wood elves. Little hammering sounds could be heard wherever Toby sat. The fairies paid him in gold which he buried in a pot.

One day a man snatched Toby from his spot. “A leprechaun! Give me gold, boy.

All your gold.”

Toby’s head was swimming. He wanted to shout, “No way, let me go,” instead he said, “Can’t we compromise? I’ll give you gold tomorrow but you have to dig it up.”

The man hesitated, “all right,” he said.

Toby thought of a cunning trick.

The next day the man woke Toby. “The stalk of corn with a red ribbon has the gold,” Toby said.

Toby tied a red ribbon around every single stalk of corn in the field. His gold was under the cornstalk farthest away.

The man went crazy. He took a shovel and started digging like a maniac. Toby grabbed his gold and snuck away.

Toby ran to Boston Common and spotted some swans. He trotted over and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Toby,” he said cheerfully.

“Hello,” the swans answered.

sadly.

“I’ve finished making fairy shoes and I don’t know what to do now,” Toby said “What about all the fairies across America that need shoes?” a swan said.

“Where do I start?”

The swans smiled. “We can fly you to different states. The walk’s too long for you, although you must stay awhile.”

“Why?” Toby asked. A swan chuckled, “Fairy gold comes from swans’ beaks, when you scrape the gold off, you make them sharper, which is good for fishing. It also creates a nice, massaged feeling,” the swan said.

Another swan said, “We can give you rides around the lake.”

For days Toby scraped the swans’ beaks and ate fish that the swans caught.

Then they flew to different states. Toby made shoes for all fairies. He and the swans became best friends. They now live in Hollywood and make movies.