One day, I was in a magical forest...well that’s what I think. Back to the story: I was walking through the forest when I saw something that I was amazed at. It was a magical clover! To keep it safe I placed it neatly in my pocket and zipped it up. Then, all of a sudden, I heard a scary mysterious scream. Even though I was a bit of an adventure person, I was a little bit scared and decided to go back. That’s when I noticed that I was lost and had no idea where to go. So instead I took a nearby pathway that hopefully brought me back to where I came from. While I was quickly walking down the pathway, I heard the scary scream once again. The pathway led me down to a deep cave surrounded by rocks. I decided to go inside and standing right in front of me was a big black pot glowing like mad. I took a look inside and saw piles and piles of gold.
“Woo hoo!” I yelled.
While I was celebrating, I heard the voice again and this time said, “Where is my pot of gold.”
Then out of the shadows came a little man wearing a green suit. “There's my pot gold, oh sorry to disturb you, I am a leprechaun and I live in this forest,” said the leprechaun.
Even though I was amazed at meeting a leprechaun I didn’t want to say much. “Um hi, I’m a bit lost, so could you help me get outside of the forest?”
“Yer sure,” said the leprechaun.
In no time, I was outside of the forest. I said goodbye to the little leprechaun. I took the magical clover out and touched it slightly. “I will never forget that leprechaun,” I though to myself.
Story 5 is my favorite by someone 11 or younger.
Story 1:
There I was looking all innocent walking through the forest, until I heard a voice. It scared me a lot. My heart started beating faster and faster, as the voice got louder and louder, so I started running for my life. While I was running, I looked backwards, the next thing I remember I was getting up from the ground. I had run into a very hard tree. I stood up. My eye site was very blurry. I looked around and I saw this small Leprechaun holding a Magic Clover. I thought it wasn’t real that it was just a dream, but then I realized that it was real as ever.
Story 1 is my favorite by someone 12 and older.
Story 2:
One day Lenny The Leprechaun was in search of the magic clover, when a tussle of children spotted him through the forest brush. He began to run rapidly away, but he tripped over a log and the children caught up to him.
“Oh my gosh, a real-live leprechaun!” screamed one of the children.
“Please, let me go!” Lenny pleaded.
“Why should we?” asked a shaggy haired kid.
“I'm in search of the Magic Clover,” Lenny said.
“Yeah, right,” one girl snorted.
The kids then tied Lenny to a tree and began to walk off, but one kid stayed behind to watch Lenny while the others went in search of a camera.
“Hey, kid will you please help? Let me go,” Lenny pleaded.
“Just wait until they're beyond the trench, then I'll untie you and give you this,” the kid said holding up The Magic Clover. It sparkled in the glistening sunlight.
As soon as the kids were beyond the trench he untied Lenny and gave him the Magic Clover.
“Thanks, oh, so very much!” Lenny said.
“Don't mention it,” the kid said.
Lenny ran off to where he came from and the kid began to walk toward where the other kids went.
Story 2 is my favorite by someone 12 and older.
Story 3:
There is a magical place found at the end of the rainbow where the Leprechauns lived by the hundreds. They are all very much alike: kind, loving and very sly when it comes to their gold. Once every decade, one Leprechaun is chosen to cross that rainbow and to find a four-leaf clover that will intensify their magic. It just so happened to be this year that Lucky was chosen to carry out this mission. He was all but prepared to find this clover. Lucky will have to search throughout the entire forest in order to find a special meadow where the sun's rays hit directly in the center. But it's not as simple as it seems. An old legend of theirs states, “Once the chosen one has proven his heart pure, he must walk to the center where the light touches the ground, and only then will the magic clover appear.”
What does that even mean? Lucky sure didn't have a clue. He couldn't ask anyone because he would have to figure it out for himself. After saying goodbye to his friends and family, Lucky left for the forest. It was very quiet, except every now and again the branches will shake, or the nearby bushes would rustle. And each time Lucky got more and more startled. He had never felt so isolated before. Lucky was the type of person who loved being around people. To be separated from everyone was very difficult for him. That's when Lucky saw it. It was just a baby bird that has fallen out of its nest.
“He looks okay,” Lucky thought. “Maybe he's just looking for a way back home.”
Scanning the branches above, Lucky spotted the one that held the nest. He picked up the bird carefully and started climbing up the tree. Once he was settled, Lucky was back on his quest for the clover.
The sun was starting to set and the poor Leprechaun had no idea if he was going the right way. The best he could do was scavenging whatever food he could find along the path. After a few more miles, Lucky decided to camp out by a tree with branches that provided very good shelter for if it rained. Lucky shortly started to get hungry. He pulled out edible berries from his green jacket's pocket and started snacking on them. With a handful of berries left, a hungry-looking squirrel soon came by. Pity washed over him. Lucky held out his hand that was holding the berries towards the squirrel trying not to scare him away. The four-legged animal was a little wary, but took the food that was offered to him gratefully. Afterwards, Lucky went to sleep after the long day of walking.
The sun came up, so did the little Leprechaun. He had no time to waste, and he especially didn't want to be the only one in history to have not been able to find the magic clover. Lucky wouldn't be able to look at anyone if they no longer had magic, until another person was chosen. One decade is a long time. The further Lucky went, the more the trees started to thin. That only means one thing. Lucky was coming to the clearing; and now Lucky could see a stream of sunlight. He started moving faster. It really was the meadow. Flowers of different colors filled the entire space, except where the light touched the ground. Without thinking, Lucky started making his was to the center. It felt magical just standing there and looking out towards the trees. That's when he remembered the legend.
“How can I prove I have a pure heart?” Lucky thought out loud. He was too busy contemplating that he didn't realize the slight shake of the ground beneath his feet until a voice answered.
“Lucky the Leprechaun,” it said. “You have proven your heart pure by putting others before yourself.”
Lucky was too startled to speak. He couldn't think of when he helped anyone. Then he remembered the baby bird and squirrel. So it was all a test…
“You are rewarded this four-leaf clover to renew the magic of your clan.”
Very carefully, Lucky dug around the roots of the magic clover and even more carefully he removed it from the ground. The Leprechaun had done it. He has found the clover and now will be returning home. What is even more important was the lesson he learned from this. Lucky learned that helping others along way brings out its own reward. He has never forgotten that since.
Story 3 is my favorite by someone 12 and older.
Story 4:
I Am Lucky
“Ta, ta, dum…Oh hi I am a leprechaun. My name is hmm... I really do not know. Oh well, can I tell you my story? Well it all started when I was walking down the path of the forest when I saw a magic clover. I ran to it and picked it up, when all of a sudden the clover said that I should grant a wish. I thought I was going crazy. But just to make sure I made a wish. The wish was that it would get the water for me. I waited and waited for like a minute. Did you know that a minute is like an hour for us? Well that’s another story. So then I went home, I saw a huge bucket of water! I fainted. Then the clover told me to grant any wish anywhere. Well that’s the story for today, bye.
Story 4 is my favorite by someone 12 and older.
Story 5:
There was a little boy named, Sam. He was walking in the forest when he saw a clover patch. “Ooh,” he thought. “Maybe I could find a four leaf clover, I mean it is near ST. Patrick’s day, right?”
He made himself comfortable in the middle of the patch and started to look and pick through all of the clovers. After three hours of effort, he came to a clover in the left of the patch. To his amazement it had four leaves on it. When he picked it, he suddenly heard a noise coming from behind hind him. He carefully holding his clover got up and walked toward the noise. To his surprise there was a small little man dressed in green peasant clothes.
“Hello do you speak English?” Sam questioned.
“Of course I do,” said the little Leprechaun in a funny way. “Do you know what you are holding there in your hand?”
“Yes a four leaf clover.”
“Not just a four leaf clover young man, the last four leafed clover known to man.”
“Woo,” said Sam.
“And do you know what else? It’s magic. If you say a wish while holding it, your wish will come true.”
“Cool!”
So when Sam got home that night sitting on his bed, he wished for a new bike, and do you know what? When he woke up the next morning, there beside his bed was a red bike.
