Hibbs, the cub with no clue, 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," frowned Hibbs. "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. "Did you not 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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What do you get when you cross poison ivy with a four-leaf clover?
A rash of good luck!
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