Unlucky Uncle Ungus Finds a Four-Leaf Clover

“It is Friday the 13th,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus, staring at the date on his cell phone. “I expect this day to be as unlucky as every other Friday the 13th.”

Unlucky Uncle Ungus went for a walk to the village. It was raining out. He wasn’t surprised that it was raining because after all, it was Friday the 13th.

While walking, he crossed over a bridge. He stopped on the far side of it and looked over at the river. It looked inviting. He walked down off the bridge toward the river. As he got closer to the river, he saw a field. Something in the field caught his attention. He walked over to it.

“I can’t believe this,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus, bending down. “This field is full of four-leaf clovers. Everyone knows that four-leaf clovers are a sign of good luck. Maybe this Friday the 13th is going to be a lucky one after all.”

Unlucky Uncle Ungus picked one of the four-leaf clovers and was going to put it in his pocket. However, he then saw a little man dressed in green, waving his arms and yelling at the top of his lungs.

“What are you doing in my field?” yelled the little man. “Those are my four-leaf clovers!”

As the little man ran over to where Unlucky Uncle Ungus stood, Unlucky Uncle Ungus realized the little man was a leprechaun.

Unlucky Uncle Ungus had heard horror stories about leprechauns being mean and nasty. He didn’t want any part of talking to a leprechaun. Unlucky Uncle Ungus dropped the four-leaf clover and he ran out of that field as fast as he could go.

“I guess this Friday the 13th is the unluckiest yet,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus, out of breath. “I think I will go straight home and stay there until this day is over.”