His friend was very Irish, so he called him “The Leprechaun.”

One day he teased him: “If you’re a leprechaun, where’s your pot of gold?”

At that moment, they both stopped and looked around at the splendor of their beautiful lakeside residence and a profound knowingness came over the two of them.

They were living in it!

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