Because they needed to see a fizzier therapist.
... when he noticed that every shoot growing put of the ground was a four leaf shamrock. There were millions of them, spread out along both banks.
Being superstitious, the man assumed the place must be somehow imbued with an extraordinary amount of luck.
He sought out the owner of the land, and promptly bought it, spending everything he had to do so.
His plan was to build a small house at the site and thereby ensure he would be surrounded by good fortune for the rest of his life.
Sadly, while lifting smooth river stones to create the foundation of his dream home, he slipped on some mud, hit his head on a stone, was knocked unconscious, tumbled into the water, and drowned.
This conclusively proved to the townsfolk, that the location was not lucky at all.
The moral of this story?
Don't judge a brook by it's clover.
I told her to join the club.
It's called Urine-Nation.
Whaddya think? You call it a damn cow!
. . . and exclaimed, "Dam!"
Because Un Deux Trois cat sank!
Thanks to my 9 year old daughter!
Da Nile river
It makes a splash
He said "Crimea River."
A Live Saver
Yes, he left a pauper trail.