The Leprechaun

As a child, my parents and I would set up little leprechaun traps so we could "catch" them but of course my dad would just distract me and say "Look! There's a leprechaun in the front yard!" I would run to the front yard and nothing would be there and within a couple minutes, mom would say "It's back here!" and I would run back to the backyard and it would have been gone by that point but the "Leprechaun" (in reality it was just mom) put some gold glitter, gold chocolate coins and some other St. Patrick's day related things next to or under our little trap.

One year was a little different, I was 12 and was starting to get tired of my parents "childish antics" but I went along just for the fun of it. We set up our trap and we leave it out in the backyard. A few hours come by and we have completely forgotten that we had even set it up. Around 6' o-clock that evening we all heard something that sounded like a little Irish man yelling unknown profanities in the backyard but by the time we got to the backyard, nobody was there. We looked everywhere for who was causing the ruckus but could find no one.

The only thing that was found was an old, small, wooden box with rusted hinges and on the top a saying is engraved in Gaelic. "Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall cumasach." Memaw was the only one who knew Gaelic, so we brought it over to her house to see if she had ever seen anything like this.

She says that it translates to "There is no knowledge without unity."