Lucky Lorcan

July 1, 2024

In a peaceful meadow, nestled deep in the rolling hills of Ireland, there lived a lonely leprechaun named Lorcan. Lorcan loved playing tricks and creating puzzles for others to solve. 

One time, he hid his grandmother’s house key and made her go on a scavenger hunt to retrieve it. The hunt took so long that she missed her Rainbow Keeper’s Meeting. 

“Lorcan, I don’t have time for puzzles today,” Grandmother said. “I am hosting this month’s meeting, and it is very important that it goes according to plan! You need to stay in the garden for a while. No tricks, no puzzles. Just play with the other children.”

“The other kids won’t play with me!” he protested.

“Just try, Lorcan. You can’t make friends sitting in your room creating riddles all day.”

Lorcan was sad but he obeyed her wish and went out to the garden with the others. 

Cara, his neighbor, walked up to him. “We’re playing Clover Tag, Lorcan. You can join us but only if you don’t try any tricks. I am still looking for my glove, and my mother isn’t happy.” 

“Still haven’t solved the riddle, Cara?” Lorcan smiled to himself. He had given Cara difficult clues because he knew she could handle it, she was the smartest girl around.

Cara rolled her eyes and tossed him the four-leaf clover. That meant he was it. “Just play with us if you are going to. But no tricks or riddles!”

For almost an hour, he ran and chased and laughed with the others, each having their turn to be the clover chaser. He was having so much fun that he wasn’t paying attention and fell over a stick, scraping his knee on the ground. 

“Are you all right?” Cara asked, running to him. 

“I’m fine.” He brushed away the dirt that clung to his trousers. He was about to stand up when something caught his eye.

“What is this?” He picked up the paper and examined it in the sunlight. 

Cara rolled her eyes. “Is this another of your tricks? Did you put that there?”

“No, I’ve never seen this before. It’s a riddle!”

He read it aloud.


“I am the shade where squirrels play and sing,

Where birds build nests and take to wing.

I provide food, and here shelter is found.

A giant of wood, tall and profound.

Under my branches, you will find,

Nature’s fortress, strong and kind.

What am I?”


The other children had run off to find a new game to play, leaving Cara and Lorcan alone with the riddle. 

“Do you swear you didn’t put the riddle there?” 

“I promise, Cara. This wasn’t me. I just found it.”

“Fine, as long as you promise. What do you think the riddle means?” Cara asked. 

“Wood… It must be a tree,” said Lorcan. “But there are so many trees in town. We can’t search them all.”

“No! Not just any tree!” exclaimed Cara. “The sacred tree in City Square! The one that’s been there since the first rainbow was formed. That must be where it is!”

Together they raced to the square to find the tree. 

Sitting next to the big oak tree was a boy from Lorcan’s second-grade class. He was cradling his scrape-covered arm.

“Are you alright, Kipp?” Lorcan asked, standing beside him with concern in his eyes. 

“Fine. I just fell out of the tree,” answered Kipp.

Cara crossed her arms. “You know we aren’t supposed to climb the big tree!”

“I know,” said Kipp. “But I thought I saw something on the branch just there!”

The pair looked to where Kipp was pointing, a few branches above their heads. 

“Do you think it’s another riddle?” Lorcan asked Cara. 

Kipp looked at Lorcan and frowned. “Is this another one of your hunts? I still haven’t found my umbrella.”

Lorcan ignored the question, grabbing for the branch closest to himself. “Let me see if I can get it.”

After a few moments, he reached the paper.

“What does it say?” Cara asked once he climbed back down.


“You can find me after rain’s embrace,

My colors appear in a wondrous chase.

Red, orange, yellow, and green so wide,

Blue, violet, indigo—all side by side.

After a storm, in skies so high,

I’m a colorful bridge, up in the sky.

What am I?”


“I know this one!” shouted Cara. “A rainbow!”

Kipp frowned. “There aren’t any rainbows out today.”

“Maybe it isn’t a real rainbow! Grandmother’s rainbow club is in town!” said Lorcan. “Come on!” 

“Wait,” said Kipp. “Only if you help me find my umbrella after. My mother isn’t happy it’s still gone.”

“Yeah, and you can help find my glove,” added Cara.

Lorcan looked at them both and nodded. “I’ll help get it all back after. I’m sorry I ever took them. But come on, now!”

The three raced back to Lorcan’s house where they were met with decorations, cake, and all the other leprechauns they knew in town.

“Surprise!” everyone yelled, throwing colorful bits of confetti. 

“What is all this?” asked Lorcan. 

His grandmother pulled him into a great big hug and said, “A party! For the cleverest leprechaun around. Happy Rainbow Day, Lorcan. Did you enjoy the hunt to get here?”

Lorcan smiled at Cara and Kipp. “I loved it! But I think I enjoyed spending time with my new friends even more.”


Brenda Wilson, a former teacher and mother of two, has enriched the literary world with several short stories, engaging blog posts, and unpublished novels. Her passion for writing and reading reflects her deep love for creativity and storytelling. Aspiring to be an editor, Brenda continues to explore the depths of her imagination and help others in their creative journeys.



Featured image by Aldo de la Paz.