In kindergarten you get to draw,
play, make stuff and have someone read to you. We learn how to clean up; I hate
to clean up. One day Miss. P. pulled out some boxes that were mostly green with sparkly things. Miss P. said, “Now class these are Leprechaun
traps. Does anyone know what a Leprechaun is?”
Little Miss Katie Manfield put her
hand up and said, “O me, me!!”
“Go ahead Katie,” Miss. P. said.
“A Leprechaun is a little green man
that likes money,” Katie said.
“That’s right Katie, a Leprechaun is
a little man that likes money. Also, a Leprechaun is a type of fairy that comes
from Irish stories. Besides collecting money, he also likes to cause mischief
and he is always dressed in green,” Miss P. explained. What Miss. P. said
sounded a lot like one of my great uncles that my Dad talks about. He always
says that he acts like a little fairy. By the way, he likes wearing green,
because I always see him in something green.
“Now class, I have in front of me
some Leprechaun traps here today. Take a
look at what you might like,” Miss. P. said.
I looked over the traps spread across the table and saw some
strange traps, but they were so small. There were some box traps, hat traps and
all of them had something gold. I looked at Miss. P. and asked, “If a
Leprechaun is as small as us then how will the Leprechaun fit into these little
traps.”
Miss. P. informed us, “Leprechauns
can make themselves smaller, in order to not be seen getting gold. They can fit
into the smallest of spaces! Why do you think no one ever sees one? ”
I took home that information Miss.
P. told us about Leprechauns. I had one week to make a trap and figure out how
to catch a Leprechaun. A week passed and the teacher, Miss. P. told everyone to
put their projects on the back tables and we would look at them, one by one.
Miss P. looked over the projects and then looked at me and said, “Joey, I’m puzzled
where is your Leprechaun project.”
“Sorry Miss P. my project was
damaged after I caught a Leprechaun. I have everything on video,” I said
holding up a flash drive.
Miss P. looked to be taken by
surprise and asked me, “OK, Joey, let’s put your video on the smart board and
see your Leprechaun.”
Miss P. opened up the video for the
class to see. It opened with me narrating.
“Ok, folks, as you can see I have a small
animal trap that grabs the leg when you step on the button like this.” In
the video I pushed the button and the two metal arms come up to make a snapping
sound, like an alligator’s mouth. The whole class jump in their seats and Miss
P. looks at me.
“Now folks, I have laid the trap on the
floor, so the Leprechaun doesn't see it, I am covering it with a small carpet.
Alright, seeing that I have no gold, I am going to use Mom’s purse as bait.” A
minute goes by and then a noise on the video. “Shh, we need to be quiet, here
comes the Leprechaun.” A
short little man comes into the room dressed all in a green suit with a green
hat, around on top of his head. He had a beard that’s all white, but no mustache
and he walked like a weeble wobble toward Mom’s purse. “Watch this folks, see the
Leprechaun he’s looking around to see if anyone is looking before he looks in
the purse.” The Leprechaun
picked up the purse after looking around, opened it pulled out Mom’s wallet and
then pulls out $200.00 and sticks it in his back pocket. My class was shocked
and so was Miss P.
“Alright kids, here it comes.” The Leprechaun took one step to walk
forward, and then SNAP!!! The trap got his leg along with the carpet that was
covering it. The Leprechaun fell back and Mom’s purse went flying; I never in
my life knew that my mom could get so much stuff in to one purse. The
Leprechaun started yelling, “WHAT THE #@!!!?, G-HAW#!@%!!”
Miss P. shouted, “Class, cover your
ears,” as she scrambled to mute the sound on the video.
Thanks to me, my Mom and Dad found
out that Uncle Mickey was taking money from them. My big sister, Elizabeth, was
happy also because Mom and Dad had been pointing fingers at her for the missing
money. Uncle Mickey, aka The Leprechaun, wasn't so happy because I gave him a
broken leg with my trap and Mom and Dad got him put in jail for a time and what
about Miss P.? Well, she was somewhere in the middle, not happy with me, but
not mad. She did give me a “D” on my Leprechaun Trap with the stern warning to
never do a project like that again during my time at John F. Kennedy
Elementary.
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