'Mulder's Crock of Gold'  
[Happy St. Patrick's Day!]

 By MairŽad

PG15 for language

[Mulder belongs to David Duchovny, 
Chris carter and Fox and is only 
borrowed
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 
money!!!'

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 
for amoment.

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.


SlaintŽ

MairŽad