...from this lucky leprechaun, blissfully unaware of the world's woes as he supervises a corned beef in the crock pot. This is not my artwork though. My Grandpa O'Reilly handpainted this little guy, and many others, before perching them on tree branches in his yard that were so high up I could never understand how he got them there. Despite the precarious living arrangement, his only injuries were sustained much later at the hands of the USPS.