The tiny little man peered anxiously around the edge of the tree. Seeing no one, he scurried forward into the clearing.
“Got you!” the boy cried, leaping from his hiding place in the bushes. The little man yelped and jumped, but the boy’s hands closed around him. “I caught you!”
“Alright, alright!” the little man cried. “You did. You got me.”
“Now you have to tell me where your gold is,” the boy said.
“Oh, no, that’s leprechauns,” the little man said. “I’m a gnome. I don’t have gold and I don’t grant wishes. But you can ask me one question and I have to answer it truthfully.”
“How can I get rich?” the boy asked.
“That’s not the question,” the gnome said.
“What?”
“I told you, you can ask one question and I have to answer it truthfully,” the gnome said. “That is not the one question you can ask.”
“Oh,” the boy said. “Um, what is the name of my one true love?”
“That’s not it, either.”
“How will I die?”
“Neither is that,” the gnome said.
“Meaning of life?”
“Nope.”
“Secret of life?”
“Sorry.”
“Grand unified field theory?”
“Never heard of it,” the gnome said.
“Well… what is the question, then?” the boy asked.
“That one,” the gnome said smugly, and vanished.
that was funny. always a twist. . .