So, you want to catch a leprechaun? Do I have a story for you! Let me start over. My name is Elise Golden, I’m eleven years old, and last year I tried to catch a leprechaun. This is what happened.

 The first thing I did was buy chocolate coins, glitter, and construction paper in every color of the rainbow. The second thing I did was design a pulley system triggered by a piece of string that is so tiny you can barely see it. Once the trigger is touched, a cardboard “door” with tape on the back would come down and stick to the nearest surface. The third thing I did was to decorate the box like a big fat rainbow and put all of the chocolate coins (minus one or two…or five) inside. I attached the pulley system to the box, so the door would come down when the leprechaun went inside. The last thing I did was wait.

 The moment I woke up on St. Patrick’s Day I rushed to my cardboard-box-turned-leprechaun-trap and saw that the door was down. It worked! It worked! I pried open the door awaiting my wishes. But the leprechaun inside was dead! Oh, no! I had forgotten to put in air holes! There went my wishes! I slumped my way to the kitchen for breakfast when my family started staring at me.

“Can’t a girl eat without getting stared at?!” I shouted. However, everyone was at a loss for words until my mom spoke up and said:

 “Elsie, honey, your hair’s green.” I screamed and ran to the bathroom to see if they were telling the truth. It was true! The leprechauns got their revenge!