Eric the Leprechaun moves through the forests as swiftly as his stubby legs can carry him. His twisted mouth mumbles and grumbles words of profanity that were forgotten before mankind even walked this world. Somebody stole his pot of gold. He thought it would be safe leaving it out here in the middle of nowhere, but as usual, gold attracts humans like shit draws flies. "If I had a penny for every time somebody stole me pot of gold... I'd have a pot of pennies and I'd still be bloody pissed!"
As he reaches the edge of the woods, his keen mystical senses tell him that his gold is near... but where is it?
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