#16 – The Tale of Dylan the Leprechaun

Once upon a time, there was a Leprechaun named Dylan who tried very hard to be part of his village. The fact was, that Dylan was the only Leprechaun in the village over the age of 12 who didn’t own his own pot of gold. This was not good news for Dylan, as this was considered the only way to become a true Leprechaun. Not because of the value of the gold, but because gold allows you to buy the things you needed to make shoes, and making shoes is what Leprechauns do best.

Dylan tried for many years to get his own pot of gold but he felt that every time he had found the end of the rainbow, it would move further away from him. He began to settle into the thought that he might not ever be able to claim any gold as his own.

Early one evening, just as Dylan was about to head home from his lookout, a bolt of lightning caught his eye in the distance. Dylan couldn’t head off quicker. He grabbed his staff and his rucksack and he made his way in the direction of the brewing storm. By the time he had started to feel some sprinkles of rain, his feet were sore and his body was tired. Being a smart, young Leprechaun, Dylan knew that he must find shelter, wait for the storm to pass and then immediately head outside to try and find a rainbow. So, he found a small cave and waited for the rain to pass.

While looking outside, Dylan noticed something strange. He couldn’t believe at first but, once he managed to wipe some of the water out of his eyes, he knew what he was seeing: There were 8 wolves and 2 Leprechauns meeting outside in the rain. Dylan recognised them as Aiden and Daniel, two younger boys from his village. Although he couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other, they were definitely laughing and definitely being friendly. Four of the wolves ran away and grabbed what Dylan noticed were two pots of gold. They were wheeling them on an old cart and handing them over to the boys. The wolves ran off with a howl and the two younger Leprechauns headed back in the direction of their village.

Dylan followed them in the rain from a distance and noticed that they were now hiding their cart and carrying one pot of gold each back to their village. The storm had passed and Dylan moved behind them at a quicker pace. He had nearly caught up to them by the time the two boys had walked into their village with their pots of gold held high, yelling, “We did it! We found one pot of gold each at the end of the rainbow after the storm!”

A crowd started gathering around the boys and some people began cheering and clapping. It was always a big event whenever a Leprechaun had found their pot of gold, but Dylan could not stay silent.

“That is not true!” Dylan yelled over the crowd. “I was out there and I saw what you did! You got the gold from those nasty wolves!” The crowd fell silent.

“Is this true?” asked one of the senior Leprechauns to Aiden and Daniel. “This is very serious. We Leprechauns do not lie and someone here is not telling the truth.” Aiden could see the sadness in Dylan’s eyes.

“It is us who lied!” he said as he knelt down for forgiveness. “We only wanted to become true Leprechauns and make shoes and have our friends forever!” Worried the boys were going to get into serious trouble, more Leprechauns started to admit that they had also been approached by the wolves and had never really found their gold at the end of a rainbow. Before long, all of the Leprechauns had admitted to meeting with the wolves for their pot of gold. After hearing everyone’s stories, the senior Leprechaun turned to Dylan and said, “It seems I cannot punish anyone, but, I can reward you, Dylan, for being one of the most honest Leprechauns in our village. You may have any wish you want.”

“My only wish, is for the all of the gold we have to be shared by all, so that everyone can always be considered a true Leprechaun.” said Dylan.

The villagers agreed and, from that day onwards, all Leprechauns were taught how to make shoes from the moment they turned three years old…


My name is Gregg Savage and, every night when the house is quiet, I write and publish a free children’s story at dailytales.com.au for you to share and enjoy.


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