Leprechaun Love by Petra Michelle
FADE IN: EXT. IRELAND. ST. PATRICK'S DAY - DAY In a field of shamrocks, a LEPRECHAUN is covered in four-leaf clovers. As he plucks another, he counts their leaves. LEPRECHAUN She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. He pulls another and counts again. LEPRECHAUN She loves me, she loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. As he frantically searches the field, LEPRECHAUN Where are the three-leaf clovers? His hopes dashed at finding no three-leaf clovers, rise again at the sight of MAUREEN. LEPRECHAUN Here she comes, the fairest lass in the county. Where are you off to on this glorious St. Patrick's Day, Maureen? MAUREEN To my mum's for corned beef and cabbage. Would you care to join us, Sean O'Brien? SEAN I would be honored, Maureen. She suddenly kisses him on the cheek. SEAN What was that for? MAUREEN Your button says, Kiss Me, I'm Irish. SEAN And if it said, Will You Marry Me? what would you say then? ...
