St Patrick's Day

Chris was walking through the woods near his house on March 17th when he spotted something odd. At first it looked like a realistic leprechaun statue posed on a tree,

But then it moved. Before Chris could approach it, the leprechaun was attacked by a stray dog. Chris sprang into action and grabbed a tree branch and drove off the dog before it could do any serious damage to the Leprechaun.

The the Leprechaun got up, dusted itself off and put its hat back on. "Why, thank ya, laddie."

"Are you really a Leprechaun?"

"Of course! Do you think goblins look like this?"

"What are you doing here?"

"A vacation. A few hundred years on the isle gets a bit old. I've seen every square foot of ol' Erin."

"Makes sense."

"And since you saved my life, I'd honor bound to reward ya." The Leprechaun took something out of his pocket and flipped it to Chris. Christ looked at it. It was a gold four-leaf clover.

"Tis a wishin' charm," said the Leprechaun. "You grip it in your right hand and make a wish."

"Any wish?"

"Don't be daft, lad. You can't wish for the sun to explode or the mountains turn into butterflies, but smaller stuff about you or people or smaller objects."

"Any unintended consequences?"

"Depends on how careless you are then."

Chris gripped the charm in his right hand. "I wish all of my wishes turn out exactly as I want them to."

"Now that's the smartest wish I've ever heard, and I've heard a few. Now, if you give me my leave...or even if ya don't, I'll take it." The Leprechaun winked tipped his hat, clicked his heels and vanished.