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Searching For the Pot of Gold
  • March 12, 2015

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paddyAs the Woozband were on a walk enjoying the warmer weather, they heard some commotion and weeping coming from the bushes.

“Me pot o’gold, lost me pot o’ gold…”

Jenny slowly approached the weeping bushes and whispered “Hello?” The bushes fell in completely silent. “Are you okay? Do you need any help?”

There was some shuffling in the bushes and ever so slowly, a leprechaun walked out with his head hanging, staring at his toes. Jay suddenly leaped at the leprechaun with a net (where did that come from?) yelling, “YEEEE! FINALLY! WHERE’S THE GOLD, LITTLE MAN?” The shocked Woozband stood still.

The leprechaun was trying to force his way out of the net.

“Jay, what are you doing?! Put the poor guy down!” Mya exclaimed.

“But… you know how leprechauns do! You capture one and get three wishes.”

Max looked at him in amazement. “Man… look at him, he’s clearly upset. Put him down!”

Jay looked around at the group who all had their arms crossed, glaring at him. “Man…” Jay sighed, putting down the leprechaun and unfastening the net.

The leprechaun was visibly shaking and Jenny crouched down to rub his back. “I’m sorry about that. Jay can get a little… ambitious. I can promise you, that won’t happen again.” Jenny scowled at Jay, whose arms were now crossed. “How can we help you?”

The leprechaun stopped shaking and what looked like steam came out of his ears.

AYE YA THINK? ME SITTIN ‘ERE MINDIN’ ME OWN AND YA COME N’ TRICK ME OUTTA DA BUSH. THEN THIS THICK OAF SHAKES ME ABOOT TRYIN TO STEAL ME GOLD? ‘ERE’S SOME GOLD FOR YA, I LOST ME POT O’ GOLD. ‘APPY NOW? YER A SANDWICH SHORT OF A PICNIC, OAF.” The leprechaun was pointing directly at Jay.

Taken back, Jenny leaped up. “Mr. Leprechaun, sir, we are so, so sorry for what Jay did,” Jenny pleaded. “Can we make it up to you by helping you find your pot of gold? We promise it won’t happen again.”

The leprechaun stopped and looked appraisingly up at Jenny.

“The name’s Lucky O’Wooz.” The leprechaun stated and then turned to face Jay. “Aye… ya promise on shamrocks that ye big oaf will stop the shenanigans? It’s me pot o’gold!”

Jay looked around at the others who were glaring at him.

“Weak!” he whispered, shaking his head. Then, begrudgingly: “I promise on shamrocks I won’t bother you again.”

Lucky gave a mischievous smile. “What a gas!” he grinned. “I couldn’t tell ye where me pot o’ gold is… lost it during me travels.”

“It’s settled! We will help you find your gold by retracing your steps. Where do we start?”

Lucky pointed, and the six of them were off. Jay was eyeing Lucky along the way. Zack noticed and leaned in so only Jay could hear.

“I promise you… it’s not worth it.”

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