At the edge of a rainbow, there’s supposed to be gold.

  That’s what they say, anyway. And let me tell you, if you believe that, you’ve clearly never paid attention in science class. See, a rainbow? It’s not even an arc. It’s a full circle, like a ring that’s just out of reach. And if you’ve ever tried to find the end of one, you’ll know that there isn’t one.

  Also, who the hell buries a pot of gold at the “edge” of something made of mist and light? It’s basically an optical illusion. Not exactly the most secure place to stash your life savings, is it? There’s a reason banks exist, people.

  But yeah, I guess I learned that lesson the hard way.

  I was just standing there, minding my own business, wondering why I’d even bothered to go outside on a perfectly good afternoon. That’s when I saw him — a leprechaun. And no, I’m not talking about some cute, bearded little guy who’s all happy-go-lucky. This one was a tiny, irritable man — about ten inches, tops, dressed in so many shades of green I’m pretty sure he was trying to camouflage into the grass.

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  He wasn’t exactly the leprechaun of legend either. No, this one had a British accent, as if he’d just stepped out of some cheesy heist movie. And naturally, he wasn’t here to talk about rainbows.

  “Oi! You’ve stolen me gold!” he yelled, waving his tiny fists around like I was supposed to be scared.

  Now, I’ve lived a life, seen some weird stuff, but a leprechaun accusing me of stealing his gold? Yeah, that was a first.

  I gave him the once-over, mentally weighing my options. Ignore him? Sure, but somehow I got the feeling that wasn’t going to work out. He wasn’t the type to just let it go.

  I should’ve walked away. Really. But no. Something in the back of my head told me that if I didn’t do what he asked, I’d be in a whole lot of trouble.

  And that’s how I ended up jailed by a fricking leprechaun, looking for something I never believed existed in the first place.

  So yeah, I’m gonna tell you how this all happened. But first, let me tell you: never, ever believe a leprechaun with a British accent.