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Sam and the Leprechauns

About Ayushmaan Mukherjee

Ayushmaan is a Fourth Grader and part of the Gifted and Talented program in the Bridgewater school district of New Jersey in the United States. He takes keen interest in maths and has won several awards in multiple contests across the country. He is very inquisitive and an avid reader of almost all topics under the sun. During his leisure he likes to play chess and works on creative projects using recycled materials. Lately, he has been developing a passion for writing.

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“Yay! It’s finally the day!” I yelled as I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.
I was so excited that we had finally finished mining the hole in Mr. Smith’s stone fence that I forgot to wear the green underwear, green shirt, and green coat that I wear on most days. Mr. Smith is a crusty old guy who lives, right next to our leprechaun village. You see, the thing is that leprechauns are really rare in the wild, so it’s really lucky that Mr. Smith moved in when he did because my village was getting short on fruits and vegetables due to some negligent farmers who lost their seeds (and maybe their marbles).

 

Most leprechauns like shamrock salad. The shamrocks aren’t the problem, it’s all the other fruits and veggies that go into it. So, my friends, a few miners (yes, our village has miners because we need stone), and I mined a hole in Smith’s fence and planned to steal some of his fruits and vegetables. We would make sure he didn’t notice. Few years ago when I was a kid, I’m 12 now, I saw a bunny wander into his yard. He saw some carrots and tried to eat them, but was caught by Mr. Smith and I never saw the bunny again.

I trotted into the kitchen, said good morning to my parents, scarfed down breakfast, and ran outside to meet my friends at a stipulated location – the fountain in the square. My village looks like a human village, except most of the houses have two floors, are green, and there are a lot more business than a normal village. Also, if you’re wondering how Mr. Smith never noticed my village then it’s because my village is located in a clearing surrounded by thick undergrowth. I estimate that the population of our village is around five hundred people, one of the largest, at least from the books that I read.

When I got there I saw that all my friends except Stump were there. I have four friends, Stump, Max, Breeze, and Lola. Stump’s parents’ are lumberjacks, hence the name Stump. Max’s parents’ are librarians, Breeze’s parents’ are bakers, and Lola’s parents’ are shamrock farmers.

Anyway, we had to wait for about five minutes for Stump and the miners that had helped us to arrive at the fountain.

“Hi Stump!” greeted Lola.
“You’re late.” muttered Max.
“Not my fault! My parents asked me a bunch of questions about where I was going. They finally got suspicious.” said Stump, almost yelling.
“Enough chit chat,” I replied to all. “We have to go.”
“Okay, but I realize that you rushed so much that you’re still in your pajamas.” teased Lola.
Everyone else snickered. “Oh” I groaned.
I told everyone that I would be back in a minute after I changed. When I was back we all started walking, cautiously. Mr. Smith’s garden was a six-minute walk from the house in our village that was closest to it. We happily strolled along until we saw a rabbit wreaking havoc in Smith’s garden. I told everyone to stay back, as there were traps that Smith had set all over his garden. We needed a plan.  That’s just when I came up with one.

Continued in Part II

So the plan was, we had Lola and Max for lookouts, and two of us went down each “lane” in the garden. We couldn’t run, and the lookouts would tell us whether Smith was coming or whether there was a trap up ahead. We just had to wait until the rabbit left, which he did in a few minutes after he picked a lot of vegetables. I signalled everyone to get into formation.

“Okay guys, we’ll tell you everything that we see.” assured Lola.
“Yeah” agreed Max.
I went with Breeze and the miners split themselves up among the lanes. It took around thirty seconds to get the vegetable because we weren’t taking much. Just enough to convince the Mayor that we could get enough vegetables safely from Smith’s garden to replenish the seeds that all of the farmers lost. Honestly, it was kind of underwhelming at how easy it was. The rest of the day was spent doing everything from chores like feeding Coco, the loyal family pet – a bird, to playing tag outside with my friends because it was a Saturday. I’m starting to wonder how we have time to go to school and concoct plans to potentially save our village, all at the same time.

The next day I woke up with a tinge of excitement – not as much because it was a Saturday.  Today we were going to present our fruits and vegetables to the Mayor. He would send out the village guards to get enough fruits to replenish the seed supply. But just when I was about to open the door and leave for the fountain, my parents asked me where I had been going for the last few days. I was actually thinking of lying at first, but then I realized that my parents would probably know after we gave it to the Mayor. So I replied, “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but for the past few days I was going out to Mr. Smith’s garden with my friends and a couple of miners. We brought the miners along because we dug a hole in Smith’s fence to steal enough of his vegetables to convince the mayor that the village guards could steal enough vegetables to replenish the seeds that the farmers lost. I didn’t tell you because I thought that you would try to stop me.”

It took a few seconds for my parents to actually contemplate what I had just said and answer. “Oh,” they said simultaneously after ten long seconds.
“We would know anyway when you and your friends would tell the Mayor. Also, you don’t have to hide anything from us.” Said my mom.
“I know. I wanted to keep it a surprise.”
“Why didn’t you get any fruits to keep?” Asked my dad.
“Because the Mayor would probably reward us.”
“I know, but if you took some for us, then we wouldn’t have to buy food for the next month or two.”
“Dad, I just want to help the village and maybe get some vegetables for ourselves.”
“Well, you can stay here and get your small share of vegetables from the Mayor while I go plunder Mr. Smith’s garden.”
“Wait!” I started to say. “You don’t even know what Mr. Smith’s garden looks like?”

Continued in Part III …

I had to tell my friends and the miners to not tell the Mayor and instead watch my dad from a distance just in case he got trapped. So I did when I got to the fountain. Of course, at first they made fun of me for being seven minutes late, but they also understood the risk if my dad got caught.

By the time we got to Mr. Smith’s garden, we saw that Mr. Smith was trying to fix his lawnmower that had broken down while he was trying to mow his lawn. Dad had filled his hands with as much vegetables that they could hold. He rounded a corner and was about to get out of there but he almost stumbled over a trap. At least he didn’t fall, but one of the tomatoes he was holding did. The trap sprung shut with a metallic clank.

Smith must have heard, because he sprinted inside his house, sprinted back out, and caught dad in a pot. I tried to yell but, Max stopped me. He told me that we would try to find another way in and get my dad out of there. After some searching, we finally found our way in. A couple of rats had burrowed their way into the walls of Smith’s garden.

“Cool.” declared Max, who was fascinated with everything.
“Totally not!” countered Lola.
I tried to get a visual of where my dad was. Then I saw him. He was in a golden bird’s cage. “Guys, look up there.” I said.

Lola and Breeze gasped. Max said that we had to save him. When Mr. Smith finished fixing his lawnmower, we scrambled up to the tabletop on which the bird cage was placed. Dad was surprised to see us. I think he might have been expecting us to come later. After some awkward staring, my dad finally spoke. “I’m sorry I ran off, son, I… I shouldn’t have done that. And what you said about the Mayor giving us food in reward and helping the entire village was right. Oh, and also, Mr. Smith was planning to destroy our village. Here, take this it’s a note that he wrote so we have proof.”

“It’s not too bad. I mean, you’re okay and none of us got hurt, but it was sort of bad that you let greed take over.”
“Okay guys let’s go now, Mr. Smith is probably going to destroy our village today.”

We sprinted back to the village, asked permission to speak with the Mayor. Lluckily he wasn’t busy. Finally, we explained everything. I mean everything. We even showed him the note to prove it. The Mayor reacted by sending out an order for all of the guards to get out the weapons, however, the only good weapons would be the flame-catapults and the trip-wires. They were more like trip-ropes, though. Everyone else in the village had to come up with a creative way to fight Smith.

A few hours passed as we prepared. We then poised ourselves for any attack by Mr. Smith. A silent minute passed. Then another. Finally we heard thumping. Mr. Smith emerged into the vast clearing. One millisecond after he emerged, all of the flame-catapults fired, all of the bowmen fired, and an angry swarm of leprechauns jumped onto Mr. Smith’s back. I can tell, Mr. Smith thought that we were undefended by the look on his face. He dropped his axe. Luckily, it didn’t land on someone’s roof, it landed smack-dab on the fountain. I had recently been operating one of the flame-catapults, but since it ran out of ammunition, I jumped on, too.

After around two minutes of this and Mr. Smith finally tripping over a tripwire, he wearily shambled away. We had won! And the guards could later steal the vegetables. Everyone was really tired from the fighting and my parents wanted me to go to sleep. So I high-fived everyone and went back to my house. “Say ya tomorrow guys.”
“See you.” They greeted.

The next day the Mayor announced that there would be a party using all the crops we had left, and the guards would steal the required vegetables. Later that day, I joined the party with my friends. It was amazing! And believe it or not, there was actually enough food for all of us. The festivities continued until about one in the morning.

In the end, everything worked out almost the way it should have been. As for Mr. Smith, they took him away in an ice cream truck with blinking lights.

Prologue

“Yay! It’s finally the day!” I yelled as I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.
I was so excited that we had finally finished mining the hole in Mr. Smith’s stone fence that I forgot to wear the green underwear, green shirt, and green coat that I wear on most days. Mr. Smith is a crusty old guy who lives, right next to our leprechaun village. You see, the thing is that leprechauns are really rare in the wild, so it’s really lucky that Mr. Smith moved in when he did because my village was getting short on fruits and vegetables due to some negligent farmers who lost their seeds (and maybe their marbles).

 

Part1

Most leprechauns like shamrock salad. The shamrocks aren’t the problem, it’s all the other fruits and veggies that go into it. So, my friends, a few miners (yes, our village has miners because we need stone), and I mined a hole in Smith’s fence and planned to steal some of his fruits and vegetables. We would make sure he didn’t notice. Few years ago when I was a kid, I’m 12 now, I saw a bunny wander into his yard. He saw some carrots and tried to eat them, but was caught by Mr. Smith and I never saw the bunny again.

I trotted into the kitchen, said good morning to my parents, scarfed down breakfast, and ran outside to meet my friends at a stipulated location – the fountain in the square. My village looks like a human village, except most of the houses have two floors, are green, and there are a lot more business than a normal village. Also, if you’re wondering how Mr. Smith never noticed my village then it’s because my village is located in a clearing surrounded by thick undergrowth. I estimate that the population of our village is around five hundred people, one of the largest, at least from the books that I read.

When I got there I saw that all my friends except Stump were there. I have four friends, Stump, Max, Breeze, and Lola. Stump’s parents’ are lumberjacks, hence the name Stump. Max’s parents’ are librarians, Breeze’s parents’ are bakers, and Lola’s parents’ are shamrock farmers.

Anyway, we had to wait for about five minutes for Stump and the miners that had helped us to arrive at the fountain.

“Hi Stump!” greeted Lola.
“You’re late.” muttered Max.
“Not my fault! My parents asked me a bunch of questions about where I was going. They finally got suspicious.” said Stump, almost yelling.
“Enough chit chat,” I replied to all. “We have to go.”
“Okay, but I realize that you rushed so much that you’re still in your pajamas.” teased Lola.
Everyone else snickered. “Oh” I groaned.
I told everyone that I would be back in a minute after I changed. When I was back we all started walking, cautiously. Mr. Smith’s garden was a six-minute walk from the house in our village that was closest to it. We happily strolled along until we saw a rabbit wreaking havoc in Smith’s garden. I told everyone to stay back, as there were traps that Smith had set all over his garden. We needed a plan.  That’s just when I came up with one.

 

Part2

So the plan was, we had Lola and Max for lookouts, and two of us went down each “lane” in the garden. We couldn’t run, and the lookouts would tell us whether Smith was coming or whether there was a trap up ahead. We just had to wait until the rabbit left, which he did in a few minutes after he picked a lot of vegetables. I signaled everyone to get into formation.

“Okay guys, we’ll tell you everything that we see.” assured Lola.
“Yeah” agreed Max.
I went with Breeze and the miners split themselves up among the lanes. It took around thirty seconds to get the vegetable because we weren’t taking much. Just enough to convince the Mayor that we could get enough vegetables safely from Smith’s garden to replenish the seeds that all of the farmers lost. Honestly, it was kind of underwhelming at how easy it was. The rest of the day was spent doing everything from chores like feeding Coco, the loyal family pet – a bird, to playing tag outside with my friends because it was a Saturday. I’m starting to wonder how we have time to go to school and concoct plans to potentially save our village, all at the same time.

The next day I woke up with a tinge of excitement – not as much because it was a Saturday.  Today we were going to present our fruits and vegetables to the Mayor. He would send out the village guards to get enough fruits to replenish the seed supply. But just when I was about to open the door and leave for the fountain, my parents asked me where I had been going for the last few days. I was actually thinking of lying at first, but then I realized that my parents would probably know after we gave it to the Mayor. So I replied, “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but for the past few days I was going out to Mr. Smith’s garden with my friends and a couple of miners. We brought the miners along because we dug a hole in Smith’s fence to steal enough of his vegetables to convince the mayor that the village guards could steal enough vegetables to replenish the seeds that the farmers lost. I didn’t tell you because I thought that you would try to stop me.”

It took a few seconds for my parents to actually contemplate what I had just said and answer. “Oh,” they said simultaneously after ten long seconds.
“We would know anyway when you and your friends would tell the Mayor. Also, you don’t have to hide anything from us.” Said my mom.
“I know. I wanted to keep it a surprise.”
“Why didn’t you get any fruits to keep?” Asked my dad.
“Because the Mayor would probably reward us.”
“I know, but if you took some for us, then we wouldn’t have to buy food for the next month or two.”
“Dad, I just want to help the village and maybe get some vegetables for ourselves.”
“Well, you can stay here and get your small share of vegetables from the Mayor while I go plunder Mr. Smith’s garden.”
“Wait!” I started to say. “You don’t even know what Mr. Smith’s garden looks like?”

 

Part3

I had to tell my friends and the miners to not tell the Mayor and instead watch my dad from a distance just in case he got trapped. So I did when I got to the fountain. Of course, at first they made fun of me for being seven minutes late, but they also understood the risk if my dad got caught.

By the time we got to Mr. Smith’s garden, we saw that Mr. Smith was trying to fix his lawnmower that had broken down while he was trying to mow his lawn. Dad had filled his hands with as much vegetables that they could hold. He rounded a corner and was about to get out of there but he almost stumbled over a trap. At least he didn’t fall, but one of the tomatoes he was holding did. The trap sprung shut with a metallic clank.

Smith must have heard, because he sprinted inside his house, sprinted back out, and caught dad in a pot. I tried to yell but, Max stopped me. He told me that we would try to find another way in and get my dad out of there. After some searching, we finally found our way in. A couple of rats had burrowed their way into the walls of Smith’s garden.

“Cool.” declared Max, who was fascinated with everything.
“Totally not!” countered Lola.
I tried to get a visual of where my dad was. Then I saw him. He was in a golden bird’s cage. “Guys, look up there.” I said.

Lola and Breeze gasped. Max said that we had to save him. When Mr. Smith finished fixing his lawnmower, we scrambled up to the tabletop on which the bird cage was placed. Dad was surprised to see us. I think he might have been expecting us to come later. After some awkward staring, my dad finally spoke. “I’m sorry I ran off, son, I… I shouldn’t have done that. And what you said about the Mayor giving us food in reward and helping the entire village was right. Oh, and also, Mr. Smith was planning to destroy our village. Here, take this it’s a note that he wrote so we have proof.”

“It’s not too bad. I mean, you’re okay and none of us got hurt, but it was sort of bad that you let greed take over.”
“Okay guys let’s go now, Mr. Smith is probably going to destroy our village today.”

We sprinted back to the village, asked permission to speak with the Mayor. Lluckily he wasn’t busy. Finally, we explained everything. I mean everything. We even showed him the note to prove it. The Mayor reacted by sending out an order for all of the guards to get out the weapons, however, the only good weapons would be the flame-catapults and the trip-wires. They were more like trip-ropes, though. Everyone else in the village had to come up with a creative way to fight Smith.

A few hours passed as we prepared. We then poised ourselves for any attack by Mr. Smith. A silent minute passed. Then another. Finally we heard thumping. Mr. Smith emerged into the vast clearing. One millisecond after he emerged, all of the flame-catapults fired, all of the bowmen fired, and an angry swarm of leprechauns jumped onto Mr. Smith’s back. I can tell, Mr. Smith thought that we were undefended by the look on his face. He dropped his axe. Luckily, it didn’t land on someone’s roof, it landed smack-dab on the fountain. I had recently been operating one of the flame-catapults, but since it ran out of ammunition, I jumped on, too.

After around two minutes of this and Mr. Smith finally tripping over a tripwire, he wearily shambled away. We had won! And the guards could later steal the vegetables. Everyone was really tired from the fighting and my parents wanted me to go to sleep. So I high-fived everyone and went back to my house. “Say ya tomorrow guys.”
“See you.” They greeted.

The next day the Mayor announced that there would be a party using all the crops we had left, and the guards would steal the required vegetables. Later that day, I joined the party with my friends. It was amazing! And believe it or not, there was actually enough food for all of us. The festivities continued until about one in the morning.

In the end, everything worked out almost the way it should have been. As for Mr. Smith, they took him away in an ice cream truck with blinking lights.

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