The Leprechaun Story

For reasons unknown to me, many people, after reading this story or after me telling it to them, persuaded me and persuaded me to put this on my page. As you can clearly see, I finally gave in to all their constant nagging. When this story was first written (back when I was in 6th grade), I had no idea that so much trouble would come out of it. For my English class I had to write a story about a leprechaun (it was around St. Patrick's Day at the time). There were a variety of topics that we could chose for our story to be about, and the one I chose was about a leprechaun that lost his powers. My teacher was so infuriated with my bit of creative writing that I almost failed English for that grading period, and I had to rewrite my story five times before it was finally accepted. My teacher said it had entirely too much violence and didn't even have anything to do about a leprechaun losing his powers. I kept the original, however, and have typed it out for your viewing enjoyment.
*NOTE*I wrote this story back in 6th grade. I didn't know everyting (even though I probably thought that I did). There are obvious mistakes (such as the use of Italian names instead of Irish in the Leprechaun Mafia) that do not need corrected. Please do not e-mail me and tell me all of my errors. That's what my English teacher was for.

A long time ago there lived a leprechaun by the name of Vinny. Vinny was a hapy leprechaun, always playing tricks on the merry folk of Ireland, and nearly getting himself caught in the process once or twice. One day, however, Vinny's luck-o'-the-Irish took a turn for the worse.

Vinny you see, like most people of Ireland, enjoyed his ale. Oh how he drank! He'd drink and drink and drink until he fell over silly on the floor. One day, though, Vinny got a little too drunk for his own good. He made outlandish bets on local rugby games with his pals and ended up losing every cent he had in his pocket. And to make things worse, the Leprechaun Mafia, led by the infamous Jimmy Rizzo, decided to pay Vinny a long awaited visit that night. Vinny, you see, had borrowed a large bit of money from the Mafia a while back, and Jimmy Rizzo had his eyes set on getting that money back.

Vinny wandered down the street, not even remembering that he owed the Leprechaun Mafia money in the first place. Suddenly he walked into a wall. Or at least he thought it was a wall. It turned out to be Tiny, the biggest and baddest member of the Leprechaun Mafia, brass knuckles and all.

"Youz got our money, right?" Tiny asked.

Suddenly it hit Vinny like a sack full of bricks. "The money!" he thought. "I completely forgot!" Vinny just gulped as Tiny raised his monstrous hand to smash him into a pulp.

Fortunately, Vinny's luck was starting to return(as was his soberness). He ducked just in time and Tiny ended up punching the living daylights out of Donny Knuckles, another member of the Leprechaun Mafia that had been behind Vinny the whole time. As Tiny looked down at the bloody mess that had once been Donny, Vinny aimed a well-placed kick in a very strategic spot that took all the fight out of Tiny.

Vinny ran down the street, his heart pounding wildly. Out of nowhere, however, Jimmy Rizzo and the rest of the Leprechaun Mafia cut him off.

"So you don't have our money?" asked Jimmy calmly. "I guess we'll have to send you to sleep with the fishes."

Vinny screamed. He tried to turn and run, but ran right into Tiny again, who was walking very gingerly for some reason. Resistance was futile. Tiny broke all Vinny's teeth with a weak right hook. Vinny was put into a potato sack with his head sticking out the end. The potato sack was filled with concrete and thrown into a lake. There Vinny died a horrible death, because before he drowned, fish came and ate his exposed eyes. Jimmy Rizzo, Tiny, and the rest of the Leprechaun Mafia lived full and healthy lives till the end of their days, and nobody was really sad that Vinny wasn't around anymore.

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