Drip, drop, drip. Baldwin watched large drops of water slowly emerge from the end of the water hose and carefully reached out his right paw to catch one. “Eww, much too wet,” he thought as he shook off what little bit of water touched his grayish paw. He then looked around and spotted a shamrock plant and thought that perhaps he could find a four-leaf clover.
He had heard from his cousin Gypsy that four-leaf clovers were such a lucky find, and he wanted to prove to his dear cousin that he indeed was a propitious cat. He reached across the leaky garden hose to closely examine this special, green plant, which he thought might change his future, and counted the leaves aloud, “One leaf, two leaves, three leaves.”
Baldwin gave a disappointing sigh. “Shucks, I should have remembered. Shamrocks have three leaves. I guess I’ll have to look elsewhere for a lucky clover,” he meowed.
Baldwin gave a disappointing sigh. “Shucks, I should have remembered. Shamrocks have three leaves. I guess I’ll have to look elsewhere for a lucky clover,” he meowed.
The plant's pink flowers made his nose tickle as he gently nudged them in search of a beetle, but all he found was a piece of pine bark. He would have to talk with Gypsy again to find out what he must do improve his fortune.
