Gather 'round, lads and lasses, for a tale of gold and mischief! Ol' Patrick, the leprechaun with a twinkle in his eye and a grin that could melt a pot of blarney, has been stashing his loot for centuries. Some say he buries them in pots at the end of rainbows, others claim he keeps them in cozy little holes. Whispers abound of shimmering stone