The next morning, I continued my search for a lucky clover. It was early in the morning and the sun was just barely rising over the distant horizon. The bitter cold of the morning was hard to withstand but I wanted the gold. I had no interest in being rich and I didn't intend to waste the gold if I got it. I wanted to use the gold to expand my farm and create a good environment to keep plenty of livestock. I also wanted to use it to help support my younger brother, who was struggling financially. 

I sat down in a patch of clovers with the intention of searching for a four-leafed clover there, but I ended up just watching the sunrise instead. The colors of the morning spread all throughout the sky. As I stared in awe at the beauty of the sky stretched out before me, I gently placed my hand onto the dew-covered ground and felt something sharp. I looked down and saw a pebble. It was lodged into the ground with a sharp, jagged side facing directly upwards. There beside it was exactly what I had been looking for. A four-leafed clover. The shooting star had granted me my wish.

I carefully plucked the clover from the ground and I headed straight to the area in which I had first met the leprechaun. I was still worried he would go back on his word but sure enough, he was standing right there. He was leaning up against a tall birch tree. The leprechaun smirked when he saw me. 

"Any luck?" he asked in a mocking tone. 

"Yes, actually," I replied, holding up the four-leafed clover he had asked for. A look of surprise swept over his face. He obviously hadn't expected me to find one. I asked him for the gold he had promised and he gave it to me reluctantly. I couldn't stop smiling as I walked back to my house. I couldn't wait to see what lucky encounter I might have next St. Patrick's day.