March makes me think of St. Patrick’s Day, the color green, leprechauns, and a whole lot more. This is just a story that popped in my head while trying to figure out why these things have been told about from generation to generation.
Good day, all ye lads and lassies. I have an Irish yarn to tell. It won’t be like any other yarn you heard before. Even though it is about leprechauns with their pots of gold and their rainbows, it still might make ye think and ponder there for awhile. For do you really know how the myth came about? I am not sure, but here’s how my yarn goes.
There once was this leprechaun, who was new to his trade. He was told to sit on here this pot of gold and protect it from anyone who might come and steal it. They told him if he ever needed to tap his big long shaft three times on the ground and him and the pot of gold will travel through the rainbow to other end, so he and the pot of gold would be safe again.
That’s sounds simple enough, don’t ye think? To sit on a pot of gold all day and night long, so it will be forever protected from thieves. Well, that’s what this little leprechaun, thought in his little head, but that first day just wasn’t his lucky day. For he then got bored and fell off that there pot of gold. While he fell fast asleep on the ground, a demon came behind him and stole that there pot of gold. I tell ye not, that demon sure did. Right from underneath that little leprechaun nose, then the demon disappeared through the rainbow; neither the demon nor the pot of gold to be seen again.
As time passed by and the little leprechaun had deed awaken, he woke up with a frighten shock and cried, “Oh dear balmy me, what have I done?” He looked around, but no pot of gold to be found. He then panicked, but then just remembered the words that were told to him about his big long shaft. He picked it up and tapped three times upon the ground. In his amazement though, nothing seem to be happening, for just then he had realized that his rainbow has gone somewhere too. “Oh dear me,” he cried, “Now I’ll be in ye trouble” He cried and cried, for he now didn’t know what to do. And he cried so much, he started this here large puddle of water at his knees. While crying yet some more, the sun started to gleam so brightly on this little lad, and started sparkling the ripples of the water that was beneath him. He opens his eyes to see in the reflection that a rainbow was right behind him. So he got up from his knees and finished wiping those tears away. He dusted off his top hat and coat, then reach down to get his big long shaft. He tapped once, twice, then the third, with his big long shaft, and off he went sliding through the rainbow to the other end with ease.
What an interesting way of looking at rainbows! I enjoyed reading that 
Hi I am from Ireland Dublin:-)
On looking at the title i have to say i thought i was not going to like this 
but its fun:-)
Interestingly we actually don\’t have any leprachauns here in our folklore its kind of an American thing:-)
You have a wry sense of humour i like it:-)
Sweet:-)
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