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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Fantasy stories / Fairy Tales
- Subject: Fairy Tale / Folk Tale
- Published: 03/10/2020
The Gold at the Beginning of the RainbowBorn 1961, F, from Kalispell, MT, United States
Everyone says there’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I’ve never actually heard of anybody finding one though. Maybe they were just looking in the wrong place. You see I heard this story...
Stepping in his house, Willie went straight for the kitchen. At twelve he was a growing boy. He was already five foot ten, but a little on the thin side.
His Mom walked in the kitchen smiling at her son, who was leaning in the fridge yet again.
“I don’t know where you put all that food.”
Willie stood back from the fridge and smiled at his Mom, his brown eyes dancing, “C’mon Mom, I don’t eat that much. Besides I’m growing taller all the time.”
Willie’s Mom nodded. “True, you’re almost as tall as your Dad. Of course he’s a little broader than you.”
Willie nodded as he took the food he’d gathered to the table and began making himself a sandwich. He was thinking about his Dad, who was a lot broader than Willie. His Dad worked road construction and had muscles on his muscles.
Willie couldn’t wait until his thin body filled out to be more like his Dads. He took a bite of the sandwich he’d made.
“What time is dinner?”
Willie’s Mom smiled. “Willie, how can you ask about dinner while you’re chewing on a sandwich?”
She shook her head. “Never mind, we’ll probably eat around seven. I’ve got to do a showing and your Dad had to leave. He’ll be on the road two weeks this time. In fact he left you a video message up on your computer because he had to take off before you got out of school.”
Willie took the last bite of his sandwich.
“After I watch it is it okay if I go hang out with the guys down at the ball park? Some of the guys are supposed to be down there, we want to play some baseball.”
Willie’s Mom nodded. “Okay, but try and be home around seven. I’ll hold dinner until you get here.” Willie’s Mom grabbed her keys. “I better go, the people are meeting me at the house. I think they are pretty interested in buying. Will you remember to lock up when you leave?”
Willie nodded. “Sure Mom and good luck with the sale.”
Willie went upstairs after his Mom left. He watched the video message his Dad had left.
Same as always, take care of your Mom and stay out of trouble. Willie’s Dad was gone a lot for his job, but because road construction was slow in the winter, his Dad, luckily, usually got to spend those months at home. Willie turned off the computer, and then grabbed his baseball mitt before locking up the house. Willie headed out and rode his bike down to the ball park.
His friends were already there when he pulled in on his mountain bike. They split into two teams and began the game. Willie’s friend J.D. looked up at the sky.
“Man are we lucky, it was supposed to rain. My Mom said the storm stalled, but we are still supposed to get hit tomorrow.”
Willie frowned. “I didn’t hear anything about it.”
J.D. Shrugged. “I don’t care, if we aren’t playing ball, I like the rain.”
Willie nodded. “Yeah me too, except like you said, when we’re playing ball.”
Willie’s team won the game, but only by one run.
When he played with his friends it usually ended up a close game.
Willie headed home afterwards.
After dinner he helped his Mom clean up and then headed for his room. He played a couple of video games and watched some u-tube until his Mom knocked on his door. “Better call it a night kiddo. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Willie nodded. “Okay Mom, see you then.”
The next morning, Willie was up but only about half awake as he ate his cereal.
His Mom was just having coffee as usual.
“You want me to drive you to school? They say it’s going to rain.”
Willie swallowed his last bit of food before answering. “Mom, it’s May, even if it does rain, I don’t think it will be cold. Besides a little water won’t hurt me.”
His Mom nodded and then smiling held her nose with two fingers. “That’s for sure.”
Rolling his eyes, Willie shook his head. “Very funny Mom.”
His Mom laughed as Willie got his stuff together and then left for school on his bike.
The rain held off for most of the day, although the gray clouds were gathering just as Willie headed for home on his bike. Luckily for him, only a light rain started falling when he was a block from his home.
After he got inside, the rain really started pouring down. Willie and his Mom played a board game for the hour it took for the rainstorm to pass.
When it was over, Willie asked his Mom if he could go out and ride his bike. He loved to ride after the rain and hit all the puddles. His Mom sighed.
“I guess so, put on a jacket though and don’t come back all muddy.”
Willie laughed. “Would I do that Mom?”
His Mom looked at him, her dark eyes narrowed. “As I matter of fact, yes, that’s why I mentioned it. Just try and stay out of the mud okay?”
Willie nodded before grabbing his jacket and heading out. Willie got on his bike and started pedaling toward the ball park. Half way there, looking up at the sky, Willie stopped in his tracks. A huge double rainbow filled the sky. Willie had never seen one that big or that bright before. He looked ahead of him where the end of the rainbow seemed to be about a million miles away.
Willie followed the rainbow from the end up over his head. He turned his head to look back behind him for the rainbow’s beginning. Willie’s eyes grew wide. From this angle it looked like the double rainbow grew together and came to a point not far behind him. Willie turned his bike around, his heart racing with excitement. What if he could find the beginning of the rainbow? He’d heard the stories of a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. What would be hidden at the beginning of one?
Willie pedaled faster.
About two blocks from his house, Willie came to an empty pasture with a stand of trees sitting on the far side. That stand of trees was exactly where the rainbow was leading him.
Willie started to ride his bike in to the pasture, but the wet grass and mud was making it too hard to pedal. Willie got off his bike. He thought about pushing it in, but decided to put down his kickstand and park the bike there.
Willie walked across the field to the trees, never taking his eyes off that beautiful rainbow. Willie stepped in to the stand of trees. His eyes opened wide with amazement and he shook his head of dark hair at the sight before him.
It was a treasure chest. The dark brown wooden chest was about a foot wide and about twice that long. The rounded top stood about a foot and a half high. The chest had brass colored handles on each side.
Willie looked around to make sure no one was in the area. Then he knelt down in front of the chest. He could feel the wetness of the ground soaking into the legs on his jeans. Thankfully it was only grass and not much mud. Willie reached forward slowly and touched the chest. Then inch by inch he lifted the lid, almost afraid to look inside.
Finally with a quick push, Willie flipped the lid open and then laughed with surprise and happiness at what he saw. The golden coins filled the chest. Just then the sun broke through the clouds. The bright rays filtered through the trees and the reflection glistened off the coins golden color.
Willie put both hands down into the coins. He picked up handfuls of coins and then let them slide through his fingers to join back with the pile of others.
Willie closed the lid and stood up. He grabbed the handles on the sides and pulled up. He was just barely able to lift the chest off the wet ground. Willie moaned. How was he going to move the chest? Willie ran a hand through his dark hair thinking. If he went home, he could get his Dad’s wheelbarrow, but then someone might come by while he was gone and find his treasure. Willie shrugged and took off his jacket, thankful to his Mom for making him wear it.
He covered the chest, went and got his bike and pedaled home as fast as he could, glad it was only a couple of blocks.
In his backyard, he hurried and grabbed the wheelbarrow and pushed it back the way he had just come from. All the way back to the stand of trees Willie kept repeating under his breath. “Let it still be there, let it still be there.”
Finally Willie stepped through the trees and smiled at the sight of the treasure chest. He lifted the lid and laughed when he saw it was still filled with gold coins. Willie lifted the chest, grunting with the effort. He could feel his arms straining as he struggled to lift the chest. Willie lifted it just high enough to swing it over and then drop it in the wheelbarrow. He sighed and wiggled his arms to get the feeling back in to them. Willie used his jacket to recover his special load and then made his way home.
When he got there, he pushed the wheelbarrow in to the backyard. Pushing the whole thing into his Dad’s tool shed, he padlocked the door.
Willie wasn’t sure how he was going to tell his Mom about what he had found. He wished his Dad was here. Willie was pretty sure his Mom would want to call the police and turn in the treasure. He knew she’d say someone had to of lost it. Willie knew better though. A treasure found at the beginning of the rainbow was magic and belonged to the finder. Willie checked the padlock to make sure it was locked before walking in to the house.
Willie’s Mom was in the kitchen cooking when he stepped in. She put her hands on her hips. “Just look at your pants Willie.”
Willie looked down at his wet jeans that had also gotten muddy. Funny he hadn’t noticed that much mud when he was getting the treasure. “Sorry Mom, I tried to stay out of the mud.”
His Mom rolled her eyes. “Go and get some clean clothes. Leave those filthy pants on top of the washer. I’ll take care of them later.”
Willie hurried to his room to change and then went back to the kitchen. His Mom was just setting dinner on the table. Willie sat down. “I’m really sorry about the mud Mom.”
His Mom smiled. “It’s okay Willie, just part of being a boy. Now, eat your dinner.”
Willie tried to eat, but could only pick at his food, thinking instead about the treasure sitting out in his Dad’s tool shed. His Mom frowned watching him. “Are you feeling okay Willie? You’ve hardly even touched your food, that’s not like you.”
Willie shook the thoughts of the treasure from his mind and quickly finished the meal in front of him, not even really tasting what he was eating.
After dinner he had to help his Mom clean up and then do his homework. He wanted to go out and get the treasure but he had to figure a way to bring it inside without his Mom seeing it.
Willie spent the night tossing and turning in his bed, worried about his treasure. Twice he heard a noise. It sounded like someone trying to get into the shed with his hidden treasure.
When Willie got up to look out his window, he could see the shed, but no one near it or in the backyard.
Luckily the next morning, Willie’s Mom had to leave early. Willie was able to get the wheelbarrow and move his treasure to his bedroom closet. He locked the house and then got on his bike and headed for school. Willie got there just as the late bell was ringing. He hurried into his class trying to ignore the glare from his teacher as he slid in to his desk.
Waiting for school to end, Willie was sure the clock on the school room wall had quit working. But finally the bell rang, signally the end of the school day.
After Willie got home, he had to help his Mom, do his homework, eat dinner and then clean up afterwards.
Finally it was time for bed. Willie lay in his room an hour after he had shut out the lights. Hoping his Mom was asleep, Willie quietly got out of bed and went to his closet. He’d put a blanket and some pillows over the chest just in case his Mom went in there for something. Willie removed them and then smiled at the sight of his treasure chest. He still felt anxious until he lifted the lid to make sure his treasure was still intact. When he saw it was, Willie closed the lid, covered the chest and then closed the closet door. Willie returned to his bed with a smile on his face.
Two hours later, Willie sat straight up in bed. He looked around listening. The sound that woke him up had to have been his closet door opening. It always made a slight squealing noise. Willie turned in bed and slid his legs off the side as he sat up. He listened again. He could see the closet door because his window that looked out toward the backyard, let in a little light. Willie squinted his eyes, yes. his closet door was open about six inches. Willie slid off the bed and onto the floor on his hands and knees. He began to crawl toward the closet. He’d only moved a foot when he remembered he had a flashlight in the drawer of the table by his bed.
Willie slid backwards and then carefully opened the drawer and got the flashlight. He didn’t turn it on, waiting until he was closer to the closet.
As soon as he got there, Willie flung open the door and turned on the flashlight at the same time. He pointed the light at the inside of the closet. His mouth dropped open at what he saw.
The little man standing in front of Willie’s treasure chest turned to face Willie. Looking at the man, Willie shook his head in disbelief. The little guy was dressed in a green coat that had a black belt with a gold buckle on the front. He had on brown pants and the strangest green shoes Willie had ever seen. The little man had orange hair and an orange beard to match. Willie tried to speak quietly so he wouldn’t wake up his Mom. “You little thief, step out of that closet and get away from my treasure.”
The little man shook his head. His voice when he talked was higher than Willie’s, but also a lot louder. “I’m no thief Lad. You are the one who stole this treasure from me.”
Willie frowned. “Keep it down, you’ll wake my Mom.”
The man shook his head. “She won’t be hearing us tonight. I cast a wee bit of a spell when I entered this room. No one can hear us.”
Willie turned to look at his closed window and then at his closed bedroom door. “How did you come in here anyway? The door and the window are both shut.”
The man nodded and gave a little bow. “Of course, I had to use my magic Lad.”
Willie shook his head. “I don’t believe it, if you have magic why didn’t you just use it to take the chest?”
The little man rolled his eyes. “Because Laddie, I can’t. I’m not allowed to use magic to get something I let someone steal right out from under my nose. It is leprechaun law. You are the thief here and you need to give me back my chest.”
Willie shook his head. “I’m no thief. I found that treasure fair and square. It was sitting at the beginning of the rainbow, and the name is Willie not Laddie.”
The little man rubbed his chin looking at Willie, who was still on his hands and knees. He sat back and studied the man who was now talking again.
“Okay, Willie it is, but that doesn’t change the fact that you stole my treasure.”
Willie laughed. “If you can’t use magic to get your treasure, how do you expect to get it from me? What are you, like three feet tall?”
The man shook his head, staring at Willie with green eyes. “I may be little, but I can use magic on other things to get what I want. My name is Quinton O’Malley, head of the O’Malley leprechauns, and I want my treasure.”
Willie’s eyes widened, this was the second time this strange little man had mentioned leprechauns.
“You mean it, you’re really a leprechaun? You must be kidding.”
Quinton shook his head and waved an arm toward Willie. With the motion, Willie flew backwards a foot and landed on his back on the floor. He sat back up quickly. The Leprechaun waved his hand again and Willie’s head flew back. Willie rubbed his jaw that felt like it had been punched.
“Hey, what’s the matter with you? That’s not fair.”
The man’s little head tilted to one side. “Since I am only half your size, I’d say it’s more than fair. Now, give me my treasure.”
Willie shook his head. “No way, I told you, I found it. You can push me around all you want, but you’re not getting it. Maybe you should have kept a better watch on the treasure.”
The Leprechaun stepped out of the closet. “What if instead of pushing you around, I used a bit of my magic on your Mom or your Dad? Accidents do happen. Would that make you give back what is rightfully mine?”
Willie thought about his Mom sleeping down the hall. He thought of his Dad out on the construction job. No amount of money was worth his parents getting hurt. Besides, deep down he knew both of his parents would probably agree with Quinton O’Malley. The treasure was by all rights the little guy’s anyway. Finders keepers wasn’t something they believed in. Willie sighed. “Okay Leprechaun, you win. The treasure is yours.”
The Leprechaun smiled. “You have to say the words Willie or the magic won’t work. You have to say ‘I give you the treasure chest Quinton O’Malley’. Say that and I’ll be gone.”
Willie hit the floor with his hand in frustration, then rolled his eyes. Through gritted teeth, Willie said the words. “I give you the treasure chest Quinton O’Malley.”
The Leprechaun smiled at Willie. “Thank you lad.”
Then he waved his arm and vanished.
Willie jumped up and ran to the closet. The treasure chest had disappeared right along with Quinton O’Malley. Willie picked up the blanket off the closet floor. He smiled when he saw three pieces of gold lying there. He didn’t have the treasure chest, but he still had a treasure. He picked up the gold pieces. They were quite heavy. Willie took his new treasure and put it in his drawer along with the flashlight he’d been using. Then he went over and pushed his closet door shut with a bang.
Willie heard his Mom’s voice yelling down from her room. “Willie is that you? Why aren’t you asleep? Are you okay?”
Willie yelled back. “Sorry Mom, I’m fine, just shutting my closet door.”
Willie smiled and crawled into his bed. He was thinking about the gold coins and the story that went with them. He laughed softly thinking this was one secret he would have to keep to himself. Who would believe him anyway?