(short story)

Seamus, the leprechaun, was having the worst luck. It started when he lost his lucky four-leaf clover. Without his talisman, his magical powers were severely diminished.

First, he tried to use his weakened magic to replenish his pot of gold, but instead of shimmering coins, all that appeared were rusty pennies. Dejected, Seamus trudged back to his tree stump home.

As he entered, he slipped on a banana peel and tumbled head over heels. He landed with a painful thud, knocking over a vase and breaking it. “Blast!” he cried.

Things only got worse from there. When Seamus tried to cook himself a pot of Lucky Charms, he accidentally knocked the box into the pot, turning the milk into a thick, sugary sludge. His attempt to clean up the mess led him to slip on the gooey mixture, sending him sliding across the floor and crashing into his china cabinet. Shards of ceramic went flying.

Covered in cereal and cuts, the bedraggled leprechaun plopped down in his recliner, only for it to collapse beneath him in a spray of splinters. “ARGH!” he yelled in frustration.

Just then, Seamus heard a knock at his door. Slowly, he opened it to find a mob of angry villagers. “There’s the scoundrel who’s been wreaking havoc around town!” one shouted, shaking a fist.

Seamus gulped nervously. With no magic and Lady Luck clearly not on his side, the leprechaun realized his day was about to get a lot worse…

However, miracles happen. A small girl, whom he had helped to find a way home from gloomy woodland, somewhere a month before, brought him a new four-leaf clover. Before being severely beaten, Seamus…just disappeared and came to consciousness not far from a small pot of gems… “Life goes on,” he smiled sadly.