An Emergency
“It’s
raining, Prince,” said Kelly, to her frog friend.
Prince
quickly jumped off the rock, beside the pond and headed under the bridge,
beckoning Kelly, his colleen, to follow him. She understood.
Suddenly,
the sky became dark and foreboding, with black storm clouds billowing
higher and higher. The mist turned into droplets of water,
which quickly grew in size to become pelting raindrops.
Soon,
sheets of water poured off the bridge. There was a deluge of water, everywhere.
The
cobblestone streets in Killarney turned from tiny rivulets into rivers of
water, swelling in size.
“I’m
heading home instead of visiting the frog and Kelly,” decided Timothy O’Leary,
the good leprechaun-cobbler, weighed down with his four buckets of gold
coins. “These are so heavy!”
Already
drenched, Timothy paused beside a stone fence, overgrown with wild rose bushes.
“I
hate it when it rains this much, because my home and cobbler’s workshop in
the castle passageway, always get flooded. Water is pouring down the
street! I'll be safer on the stone fence.”
It
was too late.
“Help!”
cried Timothy, as a torrent of swirling water knocked him off his feet.
He hung onto his four pots of gold as long as he could, but he was soon swept
away by the wall of water.
Timothy
struggled, as he floated down the cobblestone street along with dozens of
broken branches.
“Help!”
he cried, as he tumbled into the river on the far side of the pond. “Some
one, please help me! I cannot swim.”
“That’s
Timothy O’Leary’s voice!” exclaimed Kelly, running towards the river. “Help,
this is an emergency!”
“I
can swim,” said Prince, hopping along, as quickly as he could. He leaped into
the water and swam towards Timothy. “I hope I’m not too late.”
Kelly
watched Prince tow him towards her. Timothy looked so tiny, lifeless and frail,
as they pulled him onto the shore.
“We
have to save him, or I will always be a frog.”
“I’ll do mouth-to-mouth
resuscitation,” thought Kelly. “Kiss a leprechaun?”
“I
wish that was me,” thought Prince.
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