HIBBS : LUCK OF THE IRISH BLOGFEST entry and ST. PATRICK'S DAY TOUR STOP : VR BARKOWSKI! I'LL BE THERE AS SOON AS I EAT THIS 4 LEAF CLOVER

Hibbs, the cub with no clue, here.

Mumfff. What? Eating a 4 leaf clover won't bring me luck?! Now, you guys tell me!

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Here is my entry for THE LUCK OF THE IRISH BLOGFEST. Check out pretty Colene's site for the others :
http://cejourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/spd-fest-baby-blarny-arse-bollocks-sexy.html?showComment=1300380064438#c6275252821079118520

Hibbs walked through the green tangle of trees and brush. The cub was sad. Spring was here. Winter was gone. So, too, was the Turquoise Woman -- off on one of her mysterious trips.

"Faith!," chirped a voice above him.

Hibbs looked up through the velvet cover of the leaves. He went stiff. A little man, dressed in the oddest green clothes Hibbs had ever seen.

"It's me gold yer after, isn't it?"

"I can't eat gold. But have you seen any blueberries?"

The small man looked shocked, then outraged. "You don't mean to be saying, you have no yearning for me gold?"

Hibbs had quite enough of this strange two-legged. "I am yearning to be alone."

Hibbs ambled off in search of berries and solitude. The leprechaun leapt from tree to tree harassing the poor cub for his lack of discernment.

The cub walked like this for some minutes when a swirl of snowflakes danced all around him, finally becoming the tall, regal Turquoise Woman.

She tweaked his wrinkling nose softly. "Didn't you see that leprechaun fall out of that tree twelve paces back?"

Hibbs' face brightened. "Oh, that's wonderful!"

The Turquoise Woman frowned, "Wonderful?"

"Yes. I thought I had gone deaf!"
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