‘Mulder’s Crock of Gold’
[Happy St. Patrick’s Day!]
PG15 for language
[Mulder belongs to David Duchovny,
Chris carter and Fox and is only
here, with thanks, for a whim].
A Market Town in Ireland
Mulder had seen the end of the rainbow
earlier in the day. It beamed into a
cemetery which was dead centre in the
Irish town he was visiting. He had
been standing at the door of a hotel
opposite when he spotted it. He
went next door to a general store and
bought a spade at the time which he
carefully hid inside the cemetery gate.
The weather was very cold so there
were few outdoors.
Late that night he crept into the
graveyard and started to dig in the
spothe had marked earlier in the day.
He dug up a crock of gold which was
spilling over. The place he was digging
was lit up by floodlights from
thestreet nearby but still he was
confident he wouldn’t be seen. Having
stoppeddigging to take a breath leaning
on his spade he heard the sounds of
the cemetery gate being locked.
‘Now you are in trouble my good man’
a voice from nearby informed him
Turning Mulder spotted the Leprechaun
‘I was wondering when you would
show up’ he said testily.
‘And why wouldn’t I considering it is
my gold you are digging up!’ The
strange faery responded
‘Don’t give me that! Mulder growled
glaring at the little person in
front of him ‘Where did you get the
gold and if I am not mistaken you are
an alien from another world who could be
up to all sorts with this money.’
‘Alien my arse!!!’ the Leprechaun screamed jumping up and down in fury
at Mulder’s haughty words. ‘Prove it,
prove it he continued to scream and
if you can’t prove it I get to keep my
Mulder raised his head laughing ‘now I
have you, double the gold horde if
you lose. I have years of experience finding
aliens and you will be my proof!!!’
‘Come here’ he said grabbing the
leprechaun by the scruff of the neck.
Quickly removing a flick knife from his
trousers pocket he pricked the
Leprechaun’s skin on his fisted hand.
Green blood started to seep from
the cut much to Mulder’s satisfaction.
‘Ha I knew it. You are an alien there
is no doubt of that’
‘Alien my arse!’ the Leprechaun repeated spitting bile at Mulder’s feet.
‘Ask anyone in Ireland and they will
tell you Leprechauns have green
blood. Why do you think they turn the
beer green on St. Patrick’s Day if not
to honour us. You have lost your bet
young man’ and with that the Leprechaun
disappeared with the gold. Not because
Mulder had lost the bet but because
he had forgotten he should not take
his eyes off the Leprechaun even
Mulder sank to the ground shaking his
head in frustration. Not only had he
lost untold riches he was alone in a
locked graveyard with a dug up grave
and a spade in his hand and would have
to answer some awkward questions once
released. Getting up he stumbled to
the gate and started to shout for help.