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The race was on. Over the road, across the field, jump the fence, trip, fall, get up, race on, the prize was for the taking.
It was so close and yet so far. The pot of gold awaited the fastest there.
Each contestant had in his mind what he’d do when he secured his prize.
One guy edged ahead then fell in the bog. Another took his place but tripped over his big feet. A third thinking he had it won made the mistake of looking behind and hit the wall.
The final contestants stood at the end of the rainbow and looked around. The pot had to be there. But where? They searched frantically, upturning everything in sight but there was no gold.
Just then the leprechaun stood up, the pot in his hand and announced they had to catch him first. He disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving them all clutching at air.