“I feel lucky,” said Beatrice Bee as she flew around Storyland. “Maybe I will find a pot of gold. After all, it is a rainy summer day. All I have to do is find a rainbow.”
Beatrice flew over a field of clover.
“Maybe I will find a four leaf clover,” said Beatrice to herself. “Instead of a pot of gold.”
Beatrice flew down, close to the ground. She was so excited at what she saw that she did a bee dance.
“I didn’t find just one four leaf clover,” said Beatrice. “I found a whole field of them!”
Beatrice knew she was lucky but she didn’t think she was that lucky.
“I don’t believe it,” said Beatrice. “There has to be at least a thousand of them.”
“There are exactly 1001 of them, ” Beatrice heard someone say in an angry voice.
“I am sorry,” said Beatrice, turning around to see a leprechaun standing in front of her. “I was just admiring all of your four leaf clovers. My name is Beatrice Bee.”
“Stay away from them,” shouted the leprechaun, angrily.
“Why are you so angry?” asked Beatrice.
“My name is Angry Leprechaun,” said the leprechaun.
“I won’t bother you,” said Beatrice, thinking it would be a good idea to stay away from the a leprechaun that calls himself an angry leprechaun.
Beatrice turned and started flying away.
“Wait!” exclaimed Angry Leprechaun. “Don’t you want a pot of gold?”
“No thank you,” said Beatrice, flying further and further away. “I think I have had enough luck for today.”
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