Luck is what you make 300-word flash

Two leprechauns discuss bad luck,

Luck is What You Make

“Today is Friday the Thirteenth , Patrick!” said one green clad little man to another.
“I don’t believe in bad luck, Seamus, me lad. It’s a waste!” Patrick replied as he chewed on the stem of a four-leaf clover.
“Sure, and ye should never ignore bad luck, it will pounce on ye with both left feet.”
“If it wants boots for them feet, I’m the cobbler for the job, otherwise…!”
“Suit yerself!” Seamus said, then left to check on his gold.
It occurred to Patrick, that Seamus might be up to skulduggery. “Sure, and I would nae put it past him to steal me gold!” With that, Patrick began to follow Seamus.

They went uphills and down dales, with Patrick lagging from the prolonged chase. Finally, as he watched Seamus going over another hill, Patrick collapsed. He tumbled onto a mossy outcrop and fell asleep.
Seamus doubled back and saw what happened. “That boyo needs a lesson in bad luck!” Taking a spare pot, he just happened to have hidden nearby, he laid it on its side beside his fellow leprechaun. Dribbling gold coins he carried for bribing thieves, over the lip of the pot and onto the ground.
Stifling a chuckle, Seamus hid. Patrick awoke. He leaped off his sleeping place and tripped over the pot. Seeing only few pieces of gold, he began to shout and lament for his lost treasure.

“Wait until I find Seamus, I’ll tear him limb from limb, until I get me gold!”
“Why Patrick me boyo, whatever is the matter?” Seamus asked from behind him.
“You, you!” Patrick screamed, pulling his cobbler’s hammer from his belt and chasing Seamus.
It eventually got straightened out, but I understand that neither one trusts the other on Friday the thirteenth!