Molly shrugged, "I don't need that silly leprechaun anymore. It's the pot of gold I need to find!" So Molly ignored the leprechaun's escape and ran to the shed to grab her father’s lucky shovel.

As she approached the shed, two small dragonflies – one red, one blue – flew in front of her. They whizzed around her face, buzzed in her ear and tickled her nose with their wings.

Avoiding the dragonflies’ fluttering attention, Molly grabbed the shovel and ran out of the shed, down the hill. She ran ten miles back to town to where she had first encountered the leprechaun.

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