“All I’d wanted was me pot of gold,” he said to the sheriff forlornly. “Me rainbow led me there. I swear!”
“Well, that wasn’t your pot of gold,” the sheriff replied. “We still don’t know how you got in there, but you were in the Fort Knox safe. That’s more like a million of your pots of gold.” The leprechaun tried to think of a way to get himself out of this situation, but no solution presented itself. I’ve gotten out of so many traps, he thought. This one should be no different. With his hands still tied behind his back, there was not much that the leprechaun could do. But