My Lucky Day

WARNING: Self-insert

At the end of the rainbow there stands a pot of gold, just waiting to be taken to my home. I approach it quite gingerly in case the leprechaun who owns it is nearby. Just before my fingers touch the shining golden pieces a small man--in a top ha--jumps out from behind the pot. He wears an evil grin and has a long, shaggy mane colored like fire and his hat only allows the tips of his red hair to show.

"Trying to steal my gold, eh?" He spat on the ground before me. "First, you must answer my questions correctly, only then may you take a share of my gold!"

I gave it some thought and figured that some gold is better than none. "Ask your questions, leprechaun."

"First... How much gold do I have?"

"Not too much for me to carry."

The small man was confused at first, then angry. "No! That's not correct!"

"Prove it."

And thus I went home with a whole pot gold.