Yesterday was St. Patrick's day. Well, the sun came out, so I headed down to the river. While walking in the woods towards the river, I ran into a leprechaun. He pointed me in the right direction to where the pot of gold was buried. After two different ropes to safely get myself down to the river, I found the only open spot......about 30 feet of shoreline with no ice. So, I dug for a couple of hours and there it was........"GOLD." After I shoveled gravel for a couple of hours, I realized my glasses were not on my face. A quick search yielded nothing. I headed home, thinking that perhaps I left them there in the first place. 
I got up early this morning before anyone else might hit the trail and step on them. It did snow a bit overnight. After about 5 minutes, there they were, partially sticking out of the snow. And totally intact! Made My day. However, I couldn't help but wonder if that mischievous leprechaun had set me up for this.
All is good! I got my eyeglasses back and I did find some gold.
I got up early this morning before anyone else might hit the trail and step on them. It did snow a bit overnight. After about 5 minutes, there they were, partially sticking out of the snow. And totally intact! Made My day. However, I couldn't help but wonder if that mischievous leprechaun had set me up for this.
All is good! I got my eyeglasses back and I did find some gold.
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