Changing the game

The leprechaun grins. Upon his appearance, everything else in the world seems to stop; even the spider stands motionless. You growl. "And who do you think got me there", you say angrily. "Aye, 'tis true I started the game, but t'was yer own greed for power that got ye into this mess."

"My greed?" you say. "All I asked for was to be a big, strong, werewolf." You glare at the leprechaun. "Well, ye got yer wish. Ye be the biggest I've ever seen." You try to reach for the leprechaun, but both the sticky webs and the weight of them keep your arms at your side. "You just love playing with people, don't you?" you say. "'Tis true, but ye have been a lot less fun than I expected; ye hardly got anywhere!" "Well, what do you expect when you set the rules against me? I mean, I hardly had three hours and I'm already too big to move!" "So ye be saying that ye're wanting new rules then?" He grins madly. "Then how does this sound, boyo? I'll get ye out of this spot, and put ye in shape, and ye must reach me pot of gold in the top tower of Castle McFenry, and ye will free yerself." You look at him in surprise. "So I won't be gaining weight while I search... wait," you think, so far this leprachaun has done all he can to trick you "What's the catch?" The leprechaun grins. "If ye haven't made it there in a week's time, ye will be my slave", he says with glee. "Have we got a deal, boyo?" You think about it. Stay here, blimp out, and become a meal for a giant spider, or risk your freedom to get back to normal... decisions, decisions...

Written by Jack (edited by wanderer)

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