No Luck-O-The-Irish around here in catching those little Leps. Fisher and Co. dug about 53 holes in the back yard and made a leprechaun house in hopes of trapping one to keep as a family pet, as they have done for the past 3 years. Alas, those little leprechauns have yet again proven to be elusive, slippery, tricky, conniving, yet kind. We came home after church and lo and behold every hole was filled with leprechaun booty. From green cereal to stuffed animals to pennies to candy to a frog hat. Suffice it to say, we had one very proud Fisher, determined to do it all again next year.
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